"IN GOD'S HANDS"
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~REMEMBERING WITH LOVE~
 

 

 

~BRAM STERLING DAVIS~
FIRST ANNIVERSARY IN HEAVEN
 
 

 
 

THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY PRECIOUS 
ONLINE FRIEND, SHERALEE LOOK 
IN MEMORY OF HER SON,
BRAM STERLING DAVIS.

~NOW I CAN HEAR ANGELS SING~
WRITTEN BY:
~JODY SEILHEIMER~

My life was one of silence, but now
that is no more.
Somehow we traded places, Mom
when I entered Heaven's door.

I hear your teardrops falling,
In the middle of the night,
I put my arms around you, and
Hold you oh so tight.

I hear your soft voice calling,
I answer, "Mom, I'm here.
I am standing right beside you
Always, and forever near.

I hear the anguish of your heart,
I try to comfort you.
I wish with all my soul, that I
Could share today with you.

I hear your endless questions,
Especially the "Why's", and I
Wish that I could tell you
Instead, I hear your cry. 

I learned to hear in your world,
Now learn to hear in mine.
Look up at the stars and listen,
I talk with you all the time.

Each flower you see bloom,
The soft breeze upon your cheek,
Look up at the sky and listen
For this is how I speak.

I'll tell you every day, in one
way or another,
How very much I love and miss you
My dear and precious Mother.

Now I hear the angels sing,
I rejoice everyday.
Now let me hear your laughter
So I can be on my way.

Love Your Son,
Bram

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CANDLE CEREMONY IN MEMORY OF BRAM'S
FIRST ANNIVERSARY IN HEAVEN
 

Dearest Son,

We received a letter from you pastor today. He was your pastor
since you were 3 years old and did your services on your last day. 
He was thanking you for being such a loving and kind man-and a good friend to his family-and you were. 

Your brothers and I had a candle ceremony for your first Heaven anniversary, and your precious daughter, Julianna, was there. We found a rose and some other things at your site and believe they
were from Anna. I made Anna a memory gift of your anniversary date and thanked her for loving you, and I know how much you loved her. 

Your brother Robbie was especially overwhelmed today-and stays extremely close to Juli-as does your brother Hunter. I know you 
must be proud of these guys for helping with your daughter. 

Well son this is hard for Mommy-it’s almost Christmas and I still 
look for gifts for you-but most of all I look for you. You did good 
son. You did the right thing when it was time to go by protecting Julianna’s sister Jasmine during the accident, and by giving us
your healthy, absolutely lovely, baby girl to always cherish in
your memory. Mommy was her coach at birth and cut her cord 
in memory of Daddy and I remember feeling so aware that you 
handed her over to us to love and protect. I am comforted by the 
fact that you had a month with her in the spirit world (maybe an eternity in your time), and she had a chance to know the great 
soul you are. And now we have the honor of learning the great 
soul she is. And thank you for providing us with a cloak of 
comfort on your anniversary date. You are and always will be
my number one son. 

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck.  One of the pots had a crack in it, and the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the Master’s house, the cracked pot only arrived half full.

For two full years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his Master’s house.  Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made.  But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.  "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."  "Why?" asked the water bearer.  "What are you ashamed of?"  "I have been able, for these past years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your Master’s house.  Because of my flaws, you do all this work, and you don’t get full value for your efforts," the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the Master’s house, I want you to notice the flowers along the path."  Indeed as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.  But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side?  That’s because I have always known your flaw, and took advantage of it.  I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walked back from the stream, you’ve watered them.  For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my Master’s table.  Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
 
 

 
 

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~REMEMBERING WITH LOVE~
~BRAM STERLING DAVIS

~ON THE WINGS OF ANGELS~
~A TRIBUTE TO BRAM~

~REMEMBERING CALENDAR~
~REMEMBERING ~ JULY~
~REMEMBERING ~ AUGUST~
 
 

 
 

~HAPPY CHRISTMAS~
~John Lennon & Yoko Ono

So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year older
And a new one just begun

And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
the near and the dear one
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor one
The world is so wrong

And so happy Christmas
for balck and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight
 
 

 
 

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~BRAM STERLING DAVIS~

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