By: Gloria J. Palmitier

I'm speaking to you from heaven above to warn you about the evil below.

I can not stop it from happening to the one you love, nor tell you all the details.

I can tell you it falls into a child's hands. Hands too young to handle the last blow.

I try to help everyone, but not all of you are among my flock. Some of you went astray and I couldn't pull you back.

I'm sorry for your loss, but be re-assured that your precious one is here with me. Now at peace.

The world is more violent then it once was. With all the drugs and violence increasing your loved one has passed away. Search through your heart and soul for the answer to your loss. Don't go pointing fingers or yelling accusations until you see with your own eyes, whose hands held the gun.

Yes, it was a childs hands pushing the trigger.

It's a child, whose afraid of life. A child who wants the violence to end. This child sees no way out, no where to run.

No safe haven or protective parents. He couldn't tell you how he felt, knowing it would fall upon death ears.

A child who saw more evil then good. Who was shund by young and old alike. Discarded like an old tin can.

A child who has heard and felt disappointment. A child who was turning into an adult, with no guidance along the way, to lead him along the right path.

Alone and afraid this child saw only darkness and evil creatures before him.

It wasn't just his hands alone that pulled the trigger to end his life. It was a whole community and society that ended his life that day.

Now your child is safe with me. I will cover him with warmth and love. I will leave here here on earth to do pennace and try to change things for the better. Lend a helping hand when needed.

May this child rest in peace.