Yesterday I walked passed an elementary school where the children were at recess. The joyful sounds of the children at play were wondrous. They were running around ,and the air was filled with the joyous sounds of their endless energy. I thought of the children at the Newtown school the morning before they entered the building, and their sounds of joy and play were certainly similar. The energy and joy of those wonderful children in the next hour were silenced by horror beyond imagination. Their voices no longer can be heard ,stolen by the madness of violence, but their lives must continue through our voices demanding change.