There is no greater love than this, than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. John, 15:13
All the glory of fall—
cloudless blue skies to complement
the orange-red-yellow of the maple
that drops her leaves
on my shoulders and head as I
crouch in cool grass,
slowly stroke stain on thirsty
redwood. The color trickles in rivulets
till I sweep it with my brush.
Life is textured like this wood—
creviced, split, dry,
oh-so-dark in places.
I water it with pain(t).
Here, in my almost-backyard
(not Newton or Columbine or
but here, a teacher and a boy
have fallen, like the leaves,
into a pool of crimson tears.
A year ago, tomorrow (the 21st), we experience a school shooting in our community. A courageous and well-loved math teacher was killed trying to protect his students. Also, the young, disenfranchised shooter died, taking his own life.
In memory of 8th grade teacher, Mike Landsberry, who gave his life a year ago today protecting children at the Sparks Middle School shooting, and with thoughts for the young boy who felt so desperate. Prayers for all those who were affected.
Poem originally posted on my poetry Blog: http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com 10/21/13