We spread our wings
gather in a circle
to mourn.
Shock waves still pounding
our souls
as if pummeled by a tsunami.
A community surrounds these broken birds.
Circle upon circle
moving outward in
concentric rings
spread wings.
We gather in a circle
to mourn.
Father, Husband, Brother, Son, Teacher.
He flies with angels
looking down
called home by his Maker
The Almighty One.
We are left standing
in a circle
to mourn.
Strong arms linked
bonded together by the thought
How will they go on?
How does anyone go on?
We surround these
broken birds
tend to them gently
encircle them
in a protective stance
beat our wings to let the
Universe know
we are here
we see
we stand
in this circle
and mourn.
Kristin
Katie
Inquiry Live in The Classroom 
This is just beautiful. The grief comes through but the hope does as well.