God has left his fingerprints
In Boston town this day...
Where everywhere is centered there
As seen in teardrops of those who pray;
In the Cathedral of dedications in memorium
In the solemn words- there read
Honoring the wounded and the mangled
In honor of: 'The Dead';
In a town where good still survives
Where evil made it's creeping-crawling way
By the hands of sheer terror spent
In the two explosion's of this 15th day;
The Boston Marathon ending in sorrow and fear
Upon this Patriots Day- a permanent mark
Awakening all of God's Angels of Light
In need of their beams - in a world gone dark;
By, Theodora Onken
April 18,2013
Thank you David and Valerie; Your comments are very much appreciated about this write. Hope this site will take my thank you comment as much of the time it will not.
I hope they catch them too - another dreadful incidence of man's inhumanity to man, will it ever end! Good one Theodora.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Evil force can never win, but some suffer, that's the tragedy. I'm hurt and was pondering over the atrocity of the numb, block-headed terrorists!