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With each day we come to realize that grief is our cross to bear. We now know that by God giving
us eternal life, it means that we have not lost our angels forever. We will see them again. With the ability
to face each new day without them. Death shouldn’t feel permanent, it should be embraced with the knowing that
we will all be reunited. Knowing that when we leave this earth, we will all rise up to the Kingdom of God for eternity.
This gives us the power to defeat this terrible thing called grief.
Are you There?
by Diane Robertson
Misty breeze wraps about my shoulders, thinly clad.
I shiver not, despite the coolness on my skin.
Comfort,
I now feel.
Is it you my precious Angel?
Are you there? I cannot hear your quiet voice,
But bird song fills the
air
From high treetops to grassy marsh.
I wonder – is it you, Dear? Are you there?
The roses in your garden
bloom large,
And varied in hue from crimson deep, to barely pink.
I cup the velvet bud, its fragrance soothes a troubled
mind.
This must be you, my angel. Are you there?
Are you the fiery autumn maples,
Or the star-like flakes of snow?
Are
you the sparkle in the water of the lake that we both loved,
Or, perhaps, the warmth I feel in the sand beneath my toes?
Though your quiet voice I cannot hear,
Nor can I see again your sparkling eyes,
Or feel your dainty hand laid gently
on my own,
You are here.
For memory's book will never close –
Each lovely sound, or sight, or scent,
Another
page from special times that we have shared.
Oh, yes! You are everywhere!
If I can endure for this minute
Whatever
is happening to me,
No matter how heavy my heart is
Or how dark the moment may be--
If I can but keep on believing
What
I know in my heart to be true,
That darkness will fade with the morning
And that this will pass away, too--
Then
nothing in life can defeat me
For as long as this knowledge remains
I can suffer whatever is happening
For I know
God will break all the chains
That are binding me tight in the darkness
And trying to fill me with fear--
For there
is no night without dawning
And I know that my morning is near.
I have a beautiful angel
In heaven high above
A beautiful beautiful angel
I was blessed
to love.
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