A voice is heard in Ramah,
mourning and great weeping,
Rachel weeping for her children
and refusing to be comforted,
because they are no more.
Matthew 2:18 and Jeremiah 31:15
In mourning for the people of Newtown, Connecticut
There is no consolation for these families.
Their arms aching with emptiness tonight,
beds and pillows lying cold and unused,
dolls and stuffed animals awaiting all night hugs
that will never come again.
There can be no consolation;
only mourning and great weeping,
sobbing that wrings dry
every human cell,
leaving dust behind,
dust, only dust
which is beginning
and end.
He came to us
for times such as this,
born of
the dust of woman and
the breath of Spirit,
God who bent down to
lie in barn dust,
walk on roads of dust,
die and be laid to rest as dust
in order to conquer
such evil as this
that could horrify masses
and massacre innocents.
He became dust to be
like us
He began a mere speck in a womb
like us
so often too easily washed away
as unwanted.
His heart beat
like ours
breathing each breath
like ours
until a fearful fallen world
took His
and our breath
away.
He shines through
the shadows of death
to guide our stumbling uncertain feet.
His tender mercies flow freely
when there is no consolation
when there is no comfort.
He hears our cries
as He cried too.
He knows our tears
as He wept too.
He knows our mourning
as He mourned too.
He knows our dying
as He died too.
God wept
as this happened.
Evil comes not from God
yet humankind embraces it.
Sin is our choice
we made from the beginning,
the choice we continue to make.
Only God can glue together
what evil has shattered.
He just asks us to hand Him
the pieces of our broken hearts.
We will know His peace
when He comes
to bring us home,
our tears will finally be dried,
our cells no longer
just dust,
never only dust
as we are glued together
by the breath of God
forevermore.
the tender mercy of our God,
by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven
to shine on those living in darkness
and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the path of peace.
Luke 1: 78-79
- Rachel weeping for the children who are no more
Sculptor Sondra Jonson
Barnstorming 
As a nation, we are weeping … as a world we are crying for all the children and families everywhere that have lost their babies, their loved ones today …from the west to the east from the north to the south we weep …mourning, and wailing so many tears over and over again .
Tears flooding the earth,
this is too much ,
it is too hard to bear .
No words can convey the pain that is ringing across the land …the pain in the hearts of the parents ….all of us weep with them. Pray for them….
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May the Lord have Mercy and hear our prayers. That we may remember that each step be taken with our eyes on our God. That His mercy shall touch our souls and our broken hearts…..So much pain, so much hurt.
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Unspeakable sorrow … Thank you for your comforting words that glisten with the hope of the One who will make all things new. O come, O come Emmanuel.
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From the depths of unspeakable sadness
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Emily, thank you for your comforting words. I think you have said it so much better than the news reports. Please send your words to the local newspaper in Newtown–I think that the people there would really appreciate it. Mary Ann
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