A poem about Texas church shooting

Published 1:26 pm Thursday, November 9, 2017

Dear Editor,

Sunday

Sutherland Springs

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First Baptist Church

Opened

Welcome doors to

neighbors

families

worshipers

small town people.

Little ones probably

wiggled

and giggled

And parents shushed them.

A strange visitor

also came

cold

hard

loaded.

A gun

came to church

And into this hymn place

came a new rhythm

A rat-a-tat-tat

unlike

the usual peace song.

It snatched up

without discernment

babes

teens

mothers

fathers

and elders.

It’s after church now.

All music is silent.

Wailing has replaced it.

And it’s a new week

Or a News Week

The “ Comforter in Chief”

says

“It isn’t a gun thing.”

Sounds like the

title

of an

old hymn.

Doesn’t it?

Jeanette Fieberg

Danville