I’d like to share with you a moving, emotion fueled poem written by a dear family member, Pam Hill. It is perhaps a little raw, but I found the passion behind her words to help me down the path of healing. We’ve had one hell of a week, Orlando.
Scream Now Orlando
The silence is deafening, yet a mother’s cry audible
“I haven’t heard, I need to hear” – her despair palatable
Cruel request for patience necessary
Hope, the common thread about to unravel
We know her, we feel her pain – It is our own
Her face distorted as her heart breaks
From knowing and disbelief
The text read by a confused heart
Clearly a soulmate calling out
“Mommy I love you”
And there it ends
Scream Now… it’s okay.
We will hear you.
We will hold you and heal you.
We are not afraid.
A massive train cuts a path through our home
Its lonesome whistle echoing
Lake water amplifying the violence
Riders aware of our suffering
Innocence and pixie dust the attraction
Headed to the happiest place on Earth
Recently declared a war zone
Mother’s plea following
Pray God no, no no, not on that list
GOD NO!
Scream Now! … its okay
We will help you!
We will catch you and care for you!
We are not afraid.
Doubt once again settles on a young city
Harsh reality in a community famous for Fantasyland
Workers sharing the sweetness of life
Opening their happy hearts to weary travelers
Now must accept care in return
As they, we, I am weary
The city lights darkened by hate yet fueled by love
Hushed by doubt, “not the city beautiful”
There is numbness in the air
The orange blossoms overshadowed
Eclipsed by the scent of anguish ….
Love breaks the silence
Love stops the violence
Love penetrates the numbness
Love is the way!!
Scream Now… its okay!
We will care for you and love you!!
We are not afraid.
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