Broken glass at night, shaking each of us to the core.
Broken glass during the day, in plain sight after we’ve been shaken.
Broken glass in our past, present and in the future.
When will it stop? What must we do? What must we say?
The glass is a reminder – symbolic of so much more.
The rain falls down to wash the broken pieces away.
Even the sun stays hidden behind the clouds.
80 years later and we still ask why…how can we understand?
The United States of America – the Beacon of Hope in the world.
Even in our darkest of hours, we are supposed to be together….an example.
What do we do when the past creeps back into our present?
We stand together, united, hand in hand…our links cannot be broken.
Beloved Parent – help us to pick up the broken shards of glass.
Guide us in our attempts to rebuild or start building anew.
As we remember our past, let us look to the future.
Let our children guide us along the path – let them be the glue that holds us together.
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