A Pure Spirit Cannot Be Destroyed Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

The gunman took a little life yesterday
A precious life was snuffed out
As if it didn't matter at all
Someone's innocent child was taken away

Evil didn't win a thing
The little spirit rises and takes wing
The Christmas bells will still ring
Among the angels another small voice will sing

A pure spirit cannot be crushed
A pure heart cannot be so broken
Though pain and heartache prevail for now
And vengance has been awoken

A pure spirit still whispers in memories
Still echos in the rooms and stairways
Still offers comfort as if to say
Mom and dad...don't worry..I'm safe, I'm OK

I'm with the angels
I'm sitting next to a saint
I'm with the good shepherd
And the killer ain't

A pure spirit is enduring
A pure spirit is forgiving
A pure spirit is the inspiration now
The reason to go on living

The world is broken
The world is insecure
But a little spirit was proof
Of a world beyond; loving and pure