"The darker the night, the brighter the stars,
The deeper the grief, the closer is God!"
-- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
In a sleepy New England town tonight, all is not calm, and all is not bright.
Instead, I imagine mamas are stifling sobs, and daddies are raging with wild anger.
Brothers and sisters fight sleep, afraid to give in to the nightmares that threaten their peaceful slumber.
Classmates don't understand, and they are tormented by a chaos they will not soon forget.
Were those children going to school today, excited about their holiday parties?
Was Santa coming to read stories to them?
What is sacred in this world anymore?
Come, Lord Jesus. Come soon.
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