In One's Eyes Poem by Christina Ross

Violence erupting all around,
Scrolling the bottom of my tv.
The baseball game has lost all sound,
Nothing but blurs of color do I see.

I’ve tried my best to do what’s right-
Maybe they can sleep calmly tonight.
So much pain and so much sorrow-
Why cant today fade through tomorrow.

Children wandering a lit city street,
Looking for hopes. Hoping for dreams.
Soon the world they all must meet,
Greeting the fields. Fields meeting the streams.

I’ve fought for not only one, but all-
Those who stand so big now seem so small.
So much worth and joy in life-
They have no need or want at all.

Silence falling on this land,
God, Himself, hushing all His things.
All of us, we wake and take a stand,
And then Glory’s trumpet rings.

Children roaming Heaven’s street,
Finding hopes. Living dreams.
Now its Jesus they will meet,
The golden fields and crystal streams.