Lately I have noticed while watching the news that there are a lot of children being taken, another one today on the news. I can’t imagine the horror of losing a child this way, my heart goes out to the parents of these precious children. I have never lost a child and I don’t understand what someone goes through when they do, I can’t imagine the grief a parent feels when they have to bury a child. If you have lost a child and are reading this, I pray that God will give you peace and comfort beyond our human understanding. Today I found a poem while perusing needlework blogs that I thought I would share, maybe there is someone out there who would find some comfort in it. It truly touched my heart.
“For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,
You’ll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.”
“I cannot promise he will stay; since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked the wide world over in My search for teachers true
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love, not think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call to take him back again?”
“I fancied that I heard them say, “Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we run.
We’ll shelter him with tenderness, we’ll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we’ve known, forever grateful stay;
But should the angels call for him much sooner than we’ve planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand!”
~ Edgar Guest