Gentle Heaven
If you be real
If your arms can
Cradle, giving
Comfort, sweetly
Hold him. This dear one
Deserved not this
Brutal end; fearful
Violence turned
Upon him.
Blissful Heaven
If you do not exist
I shall create you
All your charms
Velvet hope
For him, for his life
Silenced in cover of
Alaskan Autumn.
I shall mold you
Shaping your forgiveness
And mercy, opening
Your peace for both
Innocent and condemned.
This world demands
Your existence
If need be
I shall create you
Heaven
For a living
Peace.


- Mary Dally-Muenzmaier, 1996