The souls of the little children

Were released to God today

They flew aloft to Heaven

Borne on angels wings

Now God must have had

some special tasks

To call them back to Him

so very soon.

Their souls arrived in Heaven

To do more than enjoy the view

God most certainly had something big in mind

Something glorious for them to do.

Their souls took flight,

they are angels now

And God must really need them

To perform miraculous

and wondrous deeds

That we can scarcely imagine

All across the universe

Or maybe even down here on Earth

According to His purpose.

For now, these words

may not comfort much

For those whose hearts are broken

For those whose lives are shattered

For those whose minds are numb

For those whose faith is shaken.

But there is one thought

that should remain

Though not so soothing now.

Evil always creates more good

Than the horror it releases.

So not right now, or tomorrow

But in the fullness of time

This greater good

That the souls of our

little children created

Will be multiplied and magnified

And uplift us all

Who hurt, and hoped, and waited.

Nickolas N. Zaccaro

North Whitehall