MSD STRONG – MARJORY STONEMAN DOUGLAS MEMORIAL CANVAS 
Lady and the Mug, Coral Springs, Florida

The MSD STRONG – Marjory Stoneman Douglas Memorial canvas was part of the live painting memorial event organized by the

Lady and the Mug Cafe in support of the Marjory Stoneman Douglas’ victims as a result of the shooting on February 14, 2018.

The painting includes the school’s Principal, Ty Thompson, quote – “God Bless Stoneman Douglas Eagle Nation”. 

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PARKLAND POEMS

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These poems are dedicated to the victims and survivors of the massacre

at the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida,

and to their family and friends, a wounded nation, and a grieving world.

#Enough #NeverAgain #ChangeTheLaws #DoSomething #MarchForOurLives

Epitaph for a Parkland Student
by Michael R. Burch

I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.

Come Lord and Lift
by Tom Merrill

Come Lord, and lift the fallen bird
   Abandoned on the ground;
The soul bereft and longing so
   To have the lost be found.

The heart that cries—let it but hear
   Its sweet love answering,
Or out of ether one faint note
   Of living comfort wring.

Epitaph for the Child Erosion
by Marcus Valerius Martial

Lie lightly on her, turf and dew …
She put so little weight on you.

For a Parkland Student, with Butterflies
by Michael R. Burch

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails, when thunder howls,
when hailstones scream while winter scowls
and nights compound dark frosts with snow?
Where does the butterfly go?

Where does the rose hide its bloom
when night descends oblique and chill
beyond the capacity of moonlight to fill?
When the only relief’s a banked fire’s glow,
where does the butterfly go?

And where shall the spirit flee
when life is harsh, too harsh to face,
and hope is lost without a trace?
Oh, when the light of life runs low,
where does the butterfly go?

Requiescat
by Oscar Wilde

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.

I Pray Tonight, for the Parkland Survivors
by Michael R. Burch

I pray tonight
the starry light
might
surround you.

I pray
each day
that, come what may,
no dark thing confound you.

I pray ere the morrow
an end to your sorrow.
May angels’ white chorales
sing, and astound you.

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