16 When Herod saw that he had been tricked by the wise men, he was infuriated, and he sent and killed all the children in and around Bethlehem who were two years old or under, according to the time that he had learned from the wise men. 17 Then was fulfilled what had been spoken through the prophet Jeremiah:
18 “A voice was heard in Ramah,
wiling and loud lamentation,
Rachel weeping for her children;
she refused to be consoled, because they are no more.”
— Matthew 2:16-18
I wonder at the gospel writer was the death of children so common place he only needed three verses Children, a gift of God dead and no one cared When will we learn when will we cherish God’s gift not yesterday not today Tomorrow? Children, a gift of God mistreated and no one cared Children torn from their parents placed in schools beaten for who they are lost culture, lost name lost selves Children, a gift of God abused, dead, and no one cares Children torn from their parents placed in cages left to die of illness, neglect used by guards for their sick means crying, beaten, refused comfort, dead on floors Children, a gift of God lost, hungry, alone and no one cares When will we learn when will we cherish God’s gift not yesterday not today Tomorrow? I wonder at the gospel writer was the death of children so common place he only needed three verses Ruth Jewell, ©December 28, 2019
Image: 10th– Century Illuminated Manuscript, Kerald_(Meister_des_Codex_Egberti)_001
A Quiet Walk 
Thank you for this poem. True, current, heartbreaking.
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Thank you Mary, It has been a hard year for God’s Gifts
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