To:  Littleton
From:  God
Date:  April 2l, l999

Dear Parents, Friends and Loved Ones,
Of these precious youth you've lost,
I see your broken spirits,
I know the terrible cost.

Though evil reigned at Columbine,
And horror filled the air,
I wanted all of you to know,
I left Heaven and came there.

I summoned Heaven's Angel's, Long before the call came in,
To share the dreaded warning,
Of what would soon begin.

The angel's wings were folded,
They knew what was to come,
When I said, "I'll lead this mission."
They followed one by one.

"I will go and get these babies,
And bring them home with me,
Where they'll live in Heaven's Schoolhouse,
Where it's safe and terror free."

Yes, I've prepared a Special Schoolhouse,
It stands out from all the rest,
The Welcome Mat reads, "Columbine,"
It's reserved for Heaven's best.

I was hovering all around them,
Pulled them close unto my breast,
"I've come to take you with me,
We must go and leave the rest."

"Your friends will long remember,
All the cool times that we shared,
And the Angels will remind them,
How very much we cared."

Yes, I took those precious children,
In the twinkling of an eye,
We were on our way to Heaven,
To their Schoolhouse in the sky.

I know your hearts are broken,
I know the pain you bear,
My heart is also broken,
By the evil everywhere.

Please help me fight this battle,
To keep our children safe,
Through prayers and love and sharing,
And holding unto faith.

That peace will surely reign one day,
In schools throughout the lands,
For all our future hopes and dreams,
Rest in our students' hands.

I'll give you peace to fill your heart,
Send sun to break the night,
Provide the strength to move beyond,
The wrongs and do what's right.

You ask how I can know your pain,
For the loss of your dear one,
It's because it seems like yesterday,
When I, too, gave up a son.
            Fran Maiers of Rochester Hills, MI

I asked a friend to send this one.  In case she doesn't-

I'm Free
Don't grieve for me,
for now I'm free.
I'm following the path
God has laid you see.
I took his hand when I heard Him call,
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day.
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undome must stay that way.
I found peace at the close of the day.

If my parting has left a voice,
Then fill it will remembered joys.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Oh yes, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow.
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full,
I savored much.
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief.
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee.
God wanted me now.
He set me free.
                       - Anonymous


The Gardener and His Columbines

Once upon a time, in the grassy plains,
Near the foothills of the Rocky Mountains,
There grew several fields of wild flowers.
They grew so gleefully in various groups, sizes,
Shapes and colors.  And every spring a new class
Would blossom and brighten the valley floor.

An old gardeneer tended to these flowers with
Great love and admiration.  One day while looking
Westward he noticed a particular group of Columbines.
They stood so radiant and bright in the morning sun,
But something was wrong.
A barren spot appeared in the middle.
He gently knelt down to find,
l5 withered stems, their blossoms gone!
This saddened him deeply.  Why did they die?

As days passed, the rest of the Columbines in that group
Began to sag and lose their luster,
Almost as if in mourning.
Some might blow away and reseed elsewhere.
The old gardener became very concerned and began
To feed, nurture, and care for the remaining Columbines
With great love. And in a short time, the Columbines
Started to grow stronger and nourish themselves.

Eventually the Columbines flourished and grew to
Magnificient beauty and blossomed with all their majesty.
And the barren ground where the l5 withered stems
Once stood was now full once again.
And the old gardener was filled with joy and happiness
For he knew that only love would heal his beautiful
                       - Anonymous