Today we will light candles for the children.
Dirge Without Music
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
According to the CDC, 30,000 people have died from gun violence in the year since the devastating tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School. There have been 26 school shootings. There have been no significant measures taken involving mental health or gun control. Background checks were struck down.
When we must fight measures that could protect our children tooth and nail in the name of freedom, we are not free. We are not free as long as we are afraid to go to school. We are not free as long as we are afraid to go to the mall. We are not free if we walk into a public place and feel afraid. We are not free. We are living in terrible fear. Fear of each other. This country, which was arguably once the greatest in the world, has turned into a scared and selfish place. I know this, but I am not resigned.
It is up to the mothers now.