A Supplication From Sandy Hook Elementary School Poem by Michael Walker

'Let the little children come to me
With eyes as bright as lilies of the field;
Against what hell could wield, I'll be their shield,
To see them again in eternity, '

You whispered by deed, rather than by word,
As the nightmare shook upon your door,
And your classroom saw the horror of war,
Now that no one's safety is assured.

Your eyes were the light in the darkness
As you huddled to your angels near,
For no one knows the depth of his duress,
And no one knows his fury, or your fear,

Except for Christ, whose kiss and whose caress
Is redress for us creatures He holds dear.