Dear Newtown

December 17th, 2012

This is my winter song to you. The storm is coming soon, it rolls in from the sea. My voice; a beacon in the night. My words will be your light, to carry you to me.

Is love alive? Is love alive?

They say that things just cannot grow beneath the winter snow, or so I have been told. They say we’re buried far, just like a distant star. I simply cannot hold.

Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?

This is my winter song. December never felt so wrong, cause you’re not where you belong; inside my arms.

I still believe in summer days. The seasons always change and life will find a way. I’ll be your harvester of light and send it out tonight so we can start again.

Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?

This is my winter song. December never felt so wrong, cause you’re not where you belong; inside my arms. This is my winter song to you. The storm is coming soon it rolls in from the sea. My love a beacon in the night. My words will be your light to carry you to me.

Is love alive? Is love alive?

Winter Song by Sara Bareilles

Dear Newtown -

I have been playing this song over and over again while praying for you. I am not a parent. But I have worked with all kinds of children. All kinds. Children I still carry in my heart. I pray that even though you will probably never read these words, that you know that we are mourning with you. And I know they are just words. But I could not just sit here. I will not just sit here. I want you to know that I am weeping with you. I am weeping for the children who were lost. I am weeping for the families whose tables will have one less member with them during Christmas dinner. I am weeping for the children who are left. The children who watched their teacher lose her own life to save theirs. I am weeping for the first responders who have seen things that no one can even imagine. I am weeping for the parents who are so broken that they can’t imagine being whole again.

I know this December now feels so wrong. For all of you. The storm is here now. And it is raging. But the spring will come again. Love is alive. Love is here. I pray that God’s love is the beacon in this night that seems so dark and bleak.

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:37-39