When God calls little children to dwell with Him above
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of His love
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child
Who does so much to make or world seem so wonderful and mild
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to His fold
So He picks a rosebud before it can grow old
God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few
To make the land of heaven seem more beautiful to view
Believeing this is difficult still somehow we must try
The saddest word mankind knkows
Will always be goodbye
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find.
Submitted in memory of Luke D. Bauman
by Sheila and Lamond, Mom & Dad
Immeasurable Grief
Written for Sean Michael Evans
By Kathy Evans
My grief is immeasurable
It has no end in time
It is there when I wake
It is there when I sleep
I try to run
I try to hide
But living with this
Is something I do
It is hard to explain it
To me or to you
I can share with my friends
The ones who understand
They are the only ones
Who lend me their hand
I find this pain unbearable at times
This pain is so deep
It is so hard to define
Imagine your heart
Torn from your chest
Imagine a hole that
Can never be fixed
It just bleeds and bleeds
No band aide can heal
This pain that’s inside
I wish it wasn’t real
My heart has it’s own tears
And they can’t be wiped away
So accept the way I am now
The way I will be
Or leave me alone
I’ll find the people I need
“Impart as much as you can of your spiritual being to those who are on the road with you, and accept as something precious what comes back to you from them.” —Albert Schweitzer
In loving memory of Carsten Cole Buckley
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Angelic Presence
A flutter, startling at first
I let out a happy cry,
With my hand so close to yours
I told your father, I felt your life
Little toes, Little fingers
Nothing can be so great
A lasting bond
Only God can create
A last kick, startled me that day
I let out a silent cry
With my hand upon yours
You left our lives
Little toes, Little fingers
A vision can be so great
Still a lasting bond
Only God could create
Warmth, startling at first
I let out a tranquil cry,
With my hands held together
I looked up in the sky,
You never left our lives
Little toes, Little fingers
The clouds never looked so great
A lasting peace, Only God did create
C. Fritea
For Daniel, stillborn on 3/14/98
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And what is to work with love? It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth. It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house. It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit. It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit. And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
—Khalil Gibran, The Prophet (1923)
An Angel By Your Side
May you always have an angel by your side,
Watching out for you in all the things you do,
Reminding you to keep believing in brighter days,
Finding ways for your wishes and dreams to come true.
Giving you hope that is as certain as the sun,
Giving you the strength of serenity as your guide,
May you always have love and comfort and courage.
And may you always have an angel by your side,
Someone there to catch you if you fall.
Encouraging your dreams,
Inspiring your happiness,
Holding your hand and helping your through it all.
In all of our days, our lives are always changing,
Tears come along, as well as smiles.
Along the roads you travel, may the miles be
a thousand times more lovely than lonely,
May they give you gifts that never, ever end,
Someone wonderful to love and a dear friend in whom
You can confide.
May you have rainbows after every storm,
May you have hopes to keep you safe and warm,
And may you always have an angel by our side.
—Douglas Pagels
--Submitted In memory of Hunter Michael Johnson
By his loving grandparents GeGe and Roger Johnson
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