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The Children
Last night my daughter asked me
Why young people had to die?
She is only ten you see...
So she is prone to ask what and why.
And I tried to explain to her
That some people are so special,
That God takes them cause he needs
More Angels to help in Heaven.
She seemed satisfied...
Then she asked me
If she was real good would God take her too?
Take her if she was special enough
Like he did the other children she read about.
And I reached out and hugged her
Hugged her for a very long, long time.
Told her that God would wait for awhile
Cause he knew her parents needed her so bad.
So then my daughter smiled...
That's why you call me angel right?
And I sent her off to bed.
But inside I was shaking
Thinking about my children.
Thinking the unthinkable
Bought about by a simple question.
Because all that night I thought of her question
And of the parents of the children.
Tried to imagine their feelings...
Their loss and agony.
Lives torn apart completely
No answers...
But a single question.
And tonight I arrive at a Church
Its pews are empty as I pass the aisles.
Walk slowly to the front of the chapel
And kneel...cross myself
Talk to God.

About the children I ask weeping
Why God why???
written by LendrChuck
copyright © 1999, all rights reserved
reprinted with permission
I am the light...
This page is dedicated to the many innocent young lives lost
in our schools. May God be with the families and friends
of those who died and His angels of peace surround
each of them in love.
" Whispers "
A child's love is like a whisper,
Given in little ways we do not hear
But if you listen closely
It will be very clear.
They often do not say it loud
But in how they come to you...
"Daddy will you play with me?"
"Mommy, tie my shoe?"
The many ways they tell you
Changes as they grow
"Dad! I made the team today!"
"Mom, I've got to go!"
"Pop, I need some money.
You see there's... this girl at school..."
"Mama, I met a boy today and
Wow he is so cool...!"
"Dad, I've got something to tell you...
I think she is the one."
"Mom, He asked me to marry him.
Would you love him as your son?"
"Dad, I've got some news for you...
It's gonna be a boy!"
"Mom, I'm kind of scared of this,
Yet I'm filled with joy!"
A child's love is like a whisper,
Given in little ways we do not hear
But if you listen closely
It will be very clear.
They often do not say it loud
But in how they come to you...
"Grandpa, will you play with me?"
"Grandma, tie my shoe..."
It is never ending
A blessing from above
Listen to the whispers...
Of a child's love.
Author Unknown

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