Columbine is Broken

                               A century ends in disgrace,
                              Reflections of the human race,
                             Rainbows born out of misty tears,
                            And no one sees and no one hears;

                           Near rocky slopes of mountains high,
                            Thirteen white doves rise in the sky,
                               Symbolic wings rustle above,
                               In memory of kids we love;

                           Words of grief should not be spoken,
                              Now that Columbine is broken,
                           From our living souls teardrops bleed,
                            Like gems on which Satan will feed;

                             A sea of ribbons, blue and white,
                             Cloaks the land in reverent light,
                              Only time will erode the pain,
                             Departing earth was not in vain;

                           Thirteen points of light deep in space,
                                 Illuminate a holy place,
                              Oh, Columbine Constellation,
                             Guide us toward God's salvation.


Robert Jaunsen