A Song for a Child
May she rest in peace.
A friend’s child took her life.
I am just crying even though I never met her.
I am crying because it’s wrong that any child would feel so desperate as to take their life.
It’s wrong. It’s wrong. It’s not right. It’s wrong.
I am crying because we’ve all been in a grinder for nearly two years, for no good reason other than some misguided greedy people trying to break our spirits and slip in a totalitarian regime.
I am crying because we’ve been brainwashed into equating isolation with some kind of victory.
And yes, people took their lives prior to last year, too, but things are so much worse now. There is such an attack on the heart, such an attack on normalcy, all so cruel.
May her plea not be in vain. May her short life be honored.
May we heal ourselves and learn to protect our children’s hearts with massive, massive, massive love. May we practice massive honesty so that the children know for sure that there is meaning in whatever is going on, and that we are for real.
I don’t have any good words at all to express the sadness I feel over this child taking her life. May her soul be healed in the kindest way. May her soul be healed.
May we be brave and make this world a place where children don’t feel alone.
May there be healing of our own wounds, and may we see the light in ourselves and pass it on.
May we all heal and be fully alive.
Let it be so.