Vigil

For Phyllis, Casey, & The Rest…

What of this writhing Mother,

Who bemoans her fate?

Will we just stand by, or dare tread in to love her, As her soul screams out its cry, to cleanse her heart of hate?

Precious child ripped away on Hell’s High Night, By a vile drooling drunk in a fitful fiery fright! A mother’s life of love torn from her womb, In cruel callous carnage to a premature tomb… They fell body and soul, laying broken burnt and crushed, Survivors’ Hell a hollow hole, that living hearts once bled in. Drunk driver’s taken flight, left them vacant & flushed, On this God forsaken night, of her Heart’s Armageddon. A freckled face of joy snatched in its ghastly grope, Damnation’s darkest ploy to strip her heart of hope. Precious child lost forever to the gatekeeper’s grip, A heart defiled and severed by the cruel reaper’s whip.

In the horror of it all,

On the heels of her Heart’s plunder.

Will she ever feel her awe,

Or touch its childlike wonder?

Is this her aftermath of Hell,

Is her fate forever sealed?

Will she ever fare so well,

To be touched & held & healed?

Will she ever find her grace,

Will she ever be at peace?

As she sees her child’s face,

Will she ever find release?

We beseech thee nameless one,

Who holds the stars apart!

Can you reach her where she’s young,

And restore her shattered heart?

DJK 09-00