A child has gone…


Yesterday, here in the small town where I live, a very untimely tragedy rocked the soul of our community. In honor of Triston, in honor of his family, I urge you all to embrace the ones you love today. Take time to tell them that they matter. You never know when you might no longer have that chance.

Where are we to turn?

There’s a lot of talk on the scene about broken dreams and broken brains
Everybody has their own genius to say
Thing, somebody give me a break
Cut him some slack
From the noose of your chattering gossip attack

In looking back I suppose
There were always the signs
Posted along that troublesome path
The one known as Loser
(…did you call him that?)
Must’ve felt too encumbered
Too unlike the crowd
Dismissed and rejected
Who feels his pain now?

Hindsight is heavy
A weight that feels scary
Lightened by comparison
To the claustrophobic emptiness
We once imposed on him

Even if no one had much to say
Today, good grief
The burdensome silence
Would still get in the way
Whispers too soluble
Much too intolerable
…His honor refuses to carry
Everything we’re left with
Disillusion and blame
Time now to bury

Oh innocent hands,
Where did all the time go?
None of these everything-knowers can know
The weight of their world
As it rode on your shoulders
Hostility holster
In cannonball rooms
Where it’s always too soon
And too bad
For the rest
Left now to jigsaw your pieces
And put them to rest
Laying thee down,
Finding in sleep
The peace that we never did give to you

And on our knees,
Can not find understanding
Comprehension unfathomed
Or sense yet of these

Finality. My, how death does sting.
For us, has made
A crossroad
Bring yourself to heaven’s door
And learn to feel that Love

The reasons do not matter now
It all comes down to this

He has the gifts we did not give
While here among us dying
If anyone can learn anything
This was a built-up, slowly growing
Reflection of us all type thing
No sudden simple act
The need, we see now, in this wake
Has grown so very urgent

For in the light of tragedy
Our conscience fully shows
Nowhere to be hidden
On the grave
One single rose

Rest now, precious hurting soul
Rest your mind, rest your bones
And leave behind a
Wake Up Call
For we’re no longer sleeping
Awakening the rest of us
Illuminate the need we’re keeping
Show us how to love

A taken life
Can break us
Or can lead us to redemption
Prayers for peace
His family
Forgive us all,
Forgive us

All that remains…


About Brandy Desiree

"Call on me, and I will show you great and unsearchable things you do not know." --Jeremiah 33:3 I am a seeker. A lover. A doer. A thinker. I make music, I dance often, and I laugh. It's all hilarious, really. Everything. Look around you. My children teach me a lot about life. I have five boys, and yes I'm out of my mind. It works for me though; I think this world could honestly use just a little more crazy. A lot of humanity's problems could be solved by everybody taking themselves a little less seriously. I'm grateful and alive; a constantly evolving creature, thankful for the sunshine and just as thankful for the rain... Visit my corner of the universe and share yourself! My heart could implode with welcome for you.

8 responses »

  1. So sad. It seems like more and more, school is the place where children are acting out their psychological problems. I wish there were more people in schools who were trained to notice and help these kids. (I just googled him– look at that sweet face!)

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