As a keen observer of times and seasons, I believe that we may have just flipped a new page in history through the recent tragedy in Arizona. Nine-year old Christina Green, a victim of the recent Tucson shooting became the providential seed of a new democracy, by a new generation, for a new people. Her death is a symbolic transfer of the baton to fresh minds and ideals in the race towards the restoration of the glory of a nation in transition.


As the nation travailed in the pain of September 11
She was brought forth
Turning tears of tragedy into blissful joy
A new beginning, a new hope, a new awareness
Our tingling ears did ignore
Yet she turned our eyes away from selfish dreams
To selfless service, for a nation she loves so dearly
In her curiosity and innocence, she armed herself with love
With just enough understanding that her little mind could grasp
Making waves by aspirations and dreams to lead her peers
Each innocent move turned our pains to gains
Through the glassy eyes of pain, fear, and uncertainty
An aftermath of national tragedy
Little Christina knew that a broken people
Can stand together and heal together
Christina, Christina, Green are the pastures you now dwell
When in years soon, we flip our pages of history
The fruits of our pain now ripe for harvest
There you will be shining like a million stars
Your life, the seed of a new generation
And your tragic death its fruits
Your death, an accident though it may seem
Yet with hopeful assurance an incident of divine providence