Perhaps I'm just old-fashioned
Or a little past my prime
I sure don't last forever
Snuffing dark when out of time
But I'm better than a light bulb
For I shine the perfect light
Soften up the hardest edges
Gentling in the darkest night.
I myself am not important,
Yet illuminate the truth.
Take a long, good look around you
And you'll see the living proof.
The caring in a loved one's eyes
The grief of shedding tears
Holding hands, soft singing, crying
Pain, forgiveness, mercy, sighing
Lighting up this world for years.
What am I?
In solidarity with those grieving in Connecticut and around the world, I light mine. I will light one every day in the memory of those children, parents, and educators until something is done to stop the senselessness of our country's belief that only guns can bring safety. Until we start to see each other as human beings, not bullet receptacles.
Guns bring death. That's all they are for. They can only do what we created them to do. They'll only fall out of favor when we find a more efficient way to kill people.
So I will light mine, every day. And hope.