The sounds of sorrow blared into our sleep early
this morning. The pulsing chords struck over and
over, sounding out the missive of missing children.
Thank the gods this doesn't happen often, but when
it does, tears fall and inadvertent prayers touch our
lips. It's hard to understand, make that impossible
to understand, how someone could rip a child of any
age, away from the comfort and safety of parents,
hearth and home. The amber alert occurred three
different times at programmed intervals which to
me indicated special urgency. If such cacophony
rendered me sleepless, I can only imagine what it
did to the parents; they may never sleep well again.
I pray this night of horror and sorrow somehow ends
in a successful returning . . .
a sign or sorrow
prayers for our frightened children
when will they return
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