A heartbreaking post

To the student who wrote that heartbreaking journal entry:

I cried over you.
Yes, I cried.

I'm sorry your friends aren't your friends.
I'm sorry they call you
pizza face
fat
hideous
tub of lard
stutter-a-lot.

I want to get on the school's speaker system
and announce to the entire
student population that
you.
are.
valuable.

I want to rewrite
popular
in the dictionary
and
move the students around
like scrabble pieces
putting
U
in a safe place

I want to walk by you to every class
//a bodyguard//
and whisper all the TRUE things about you
you don't even know

I want to fix your kindle
shattered because some kid
stuck his leg out
and tripped you

I want to snap my fingers
and see a magical
force field dome
surround you, protecting you
from the words
that pierce like sticks
and bruise like stones.

On behalf of the world
I say
sorry.
On behalf of the hurting
who strike out
at the less fortunate because
they often don't strike back
I say
sorry.

I want to hold up the true
MIRROR
and show you who you
really are.

But I feel helpless
my hands reaching
and finding
empty
because
what
can
I
do?

Right now
Outside my classroom
In the hallway
In the lunch room
WHEN I'M NOT THERE???

What I can do
while you are
"alone in solitude
spending weekends with
yourself"

is pray for you.

I will defend you
to the heavens
and pray for all the things
you wrote
the things you feel
you don't have
won't have
can't have.

Someone will love you
(He already does)
Someone will appreciate you
(He already does)
Someone will stick up for you
(Oh, how He wants to vindicate you)
and

this teacher
whose eyes are now open
will
pray
defend
lift up
be sensitive
and
protect you as best she can

in the safety of a
Holy Spirit filled room

and join forces with heaven
that you can know
who you are:

PRICELESS.