December 14th, Beyond Memory in 2012. ~ Edith Lazenby

Via on Dec 15, 2012

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Tragedy is never innocent:

It robs love,

Violates trust:

A hurricane wipes out

Our cities,

An election divides

The country in blue and red

Yet the red of blood shed

Within a school scars its children,

Brings tears to my neighbor’s

Eyes as she holds her grandbaby;

Chills run up and down my spine

And I listen to a teacher’s tale

Of trying to calm the children

As they hear gunshots, one after

The other, broadcast throughout

The school, children die, parents

Scream and cry.

Loss is not an ending.

Grief spares none, and those

Who sit before their screens

Witnessing a horror they’d never

Imagine, attempt to grasp at a feeling

Only those who lost can know,

Only those who were there can share:

How care blasted a day into a hell

They won’t forget, Friday the 14th,

Flags will fly at half-mast for a week

To remind all what many will never forget:

One man took a gun into a school

And shot 20 children. Reason laughs

At understanding and forgiveness

Is hung on many hearts with dripping blood,

Six adults, the shooter dead, and we sit

As a nation, or a family, or a friend,

Able to offer nothing that can give

What this day has taken:

Grace and mercy extinguished

From our eyes that dare all to believe

Hope will find a place to rise.


I am a full time yoga teacher, trained at City Fitness in Washington, DC and Willow Street Yoga Center in Silver Spring, Maryland. I have been writing poetry since I was 9 years old. Poetry is my first love and yoga continues to feed my heart. I write because I love it. I teach because I love it. I tell my students all the time: do it because you can. That works for me. I believe in creating opportunity. I believe in helping my self and others. I think faith is the most important gift of life, because when we lose everything else we still have that in our heart. I believe the natural state of being is happiness, or bliss, or Ananda. Life is a celebration. Poetry and yoga help me celebrate. Check out my blog and website here.


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About Edie Lazenby

I am someone who loves to share and thrives on being with others. My craft whittles moments into meaning and eases my heart. I learn best by listening. I teach yoga and I write. Life is challenging but simple. My kitties make me happy. Check my blog here.



6 Responses to “December 14th, Beyond Memory in 2012. ~ Edith Lazenby”

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  2. Katherine Simpson says:

    Edie – I saw this post a few days ago, and recognized myself in your writings. I simply could not hold my tears back that fateful day….
    I was so heartbroken – this could have been a classroom of my Yasmin’s, Imani’s, Jaida’s, Fiya’s – or even could be the fate of little baby Owen and Henry – and then the next day in an extreme change of awareness, I read the article titled ‘I am Adam Lanza’s Mother’ – and my heart broke again. I have a child with emotional/mental health issues – Well he is a grown man now, the father of some of these grandchildren I feel so protective of – but I also understand the resources for parents of children with mental/emotional disabilities are so limited….
    I wish I had some answers, or advice, or suggestions – but I do not – short of the biblical ‘Love thy neighbor as thyself’. So that brings me to my Christmas message this year….

  3. Katherine Simpson says:

    So gifts are limited, and money so tight –
    But on this blessed Christmas night –
    I will look around my home so dear-
    Filled with family, neighbors, and friends so near –
    I thank Dear God that ‘this is as it should be’ –
    And say a prayer for those praying ‘Dear God – it could be’……….
    We will remember every tiny angel called so soon, they will give us faith, make us stronger,
    And bless their families – but thank you God, for giving me mine- a little bit longer……

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