Poem

[ericaj]

For Janet, Emma, and Bethy's family as well as for my VR Family. As we don't always have the answers to God's desires.

heard the flutter of angels' wings a day or two ago
And my mind was filled with the faces of children
That I used to know.
I smiled in reminiscence, but the tears welled in my eyes
For I have often wondered, "why do children die?"
Theologians stand dumbfounded, for no matter how hard they try
No one seems to know the answer to the question - why?

So when I hear the flutter of angels' wings
I prefer to think about what I know,
And that is, how I have been touched by the love
that these children show.
A love not based on conditions, for despite the tragedy and pain,
I've seen their smiles, their outstretched arms, time and time again.

Love is what we're born with, fear is what we learn
And to experience love in ourselves and others is the very purpose
for which we should yearn.
Meaning doesn't lie in things, but it lies in you and me,
And in the sweet and innocent faces of the children that I see.
So let us think about those faces,
and the loving memories each one brings
For in those faces I see angels,
Do you hear the flutter of their wings?

 

[Glenda]

This was just beautiful. It did bring tears to my eyes.

 

[geebee]

Erica,

Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. I believe our departed loved ones are always with us because love never dies.

 

[gijanet]

I loved it.

I loved it.

Thank you, Erica. This was so thoughtful and so beautiful. I have been offline for awhile - just needed some "down" time from anything heart-related. I did want you to know how much I appreciate this, though. Hugs. Janet

 

[Eowyn Rose]

Hi Erica,
Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem.
Eowyn Rose