June 13th, 2022: Little Superman

 

This coffin belongs to one of the nineteen children shot in Texas.

It tells us the story of his dream before his life abruptly axed.

He dreamed that he could be the one who fights against the evil acts in the world.

So many others might live in peace and comfort without any worry.

Maybe he dreamed about having the power to travel around the globe within seconds.

For us, that is a dream because of post-Covid-19 travel burdens.

Maybe he wanted to protect his birthplace from outsiders.

A loner killed twenty-one of them altogether.

He was living his dream when he went to school that morning in May.

He and his schoolmates had their lives quickly taken away.

He is dead, and his family grieves.

The police and the authority are passing the blame and denying their responsibilities.

We can blame guns and the gunman.

But we know it is not the whole story because anger and hatred did not have their roots in a short time span.

Rest in peace, my dear superman.

You are safe now as God has welcomed you back into His hand.

Palm 139: 13-16

"For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them."