poems

TINY ANGEL

For a brief and fleeting moment,

An angel touched the ground;

With tiny wings and halo,

And sweet, soft angel sounds.

Blessing the lives of others,

In beauty and in grace;

Those who saw her knew that God

Had kissed her tiny face.

The angel came for reasons,

We may not understand;

Her journey brief, with gifts so great,

And guided by God's hand.

For the angel left so much behind,

Left nothing here undone;

She gave herself so others live,

Just like her Father's Son.

So, rest now tiny angel,

Your work on earth is through;

In the beauty of God's perfect love,

We saw His gift in you.

Allison Chambers Coxsey

Unfolding The Rosebud

It is only a tiny rosebud,

A flower of GOD's design;

But I cannot unfold the petals

With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers

Is not known to such as I.

GOD opens this flower so sweetly,

When in my hands they fade and die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,

This flower of GOD's design,

Then how can I think I have wisdom

To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in Him for His leading

Each moment of every day.

I will look to Him for His guidance

Each step of the pilgrim way.

The pathway that lies before me,

Only my heavenly Father knows.

I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,

Just as He unfolds the rose.

Message from heaven

I am not so far from you,

Just a little way beyond;

Past the cares and past the pain,

Far past my earthly bonds.

When you feel you miss me most,

As years go drifting by;

Each memory will prove to you,

That our love will never die.

For memories are but a touch,

From the Father's gentle hand;

To heal your pain and mend your hearts,

To help you understand...

That while I left you far too soon,

I did not leave alone;

For the Father sent His angels,

To gently take me home.

Take comfort when you think of me,

Keep my love alive in your heart;

And with the warmth of each memory,

We will never be apart.

Allison Chambers Coxsey

There is a wee girl

who won't grow up at all.

Did your angel bear her gently

because she was so small?

I wondered that you bothered,

it's such a long long way,

from Heaven to a parent's heart

and then not let her stay.

Forgive the tears and pleading

and bitterness we've shown,

we really did not understand

that she was just a loan.

We forgot in all the sweetness

and joy from day to day,

somehow we never really thought

she'd have so short a stay.

The Dragonfly

Once, in a little pond, in the muddy water under the lily pads,

there lived a little water beetle in a community of water

beetles. They lived a simple and comfortable life in the pond

with few disturbances and interruptions.

Once in a while, sadness would come to the community when one of

their fellow beetles would climb the stem of a lily pad and

would never be seen again. They knew when this happened; their

friend was dead, gone forever.

Then, one day, one little water beetle felt an irresistible urge

to climb up that stem. However, he was determined that he would

not leave forever. He would come back and tell his friends what

he had found at the top.

When he reached the top and climbed out of the water onto the

surface of the lily pad, he was so tired, and the sun felt so

warm, that he decided he must take a nap. As he slept, his body

changed and when he woke up, he had turned into a beautiful

blue-tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body

designed for flying.

So, fly he did! And, as he soared he saw the beauty of a whole

new world and a far superior way of life to what he had never

known existed.

Then he remembered his beetle friends and how they were thinking

by now he was dead. He wanted to go back to tell them, and

explain to them that he was now more alive than he had ever been

before. His life had been fulfilled rather than ended.

But, his new body would not go down into the water. He could

not get back to tell his friends the good news. Then he

understood that their time would come, when they, too, would

know what he now knew. So, he raised his wings and flew off

into his joyous new life!

~Author Unknown~

 

Because of You

 

Because of you I appreciate the sunset more than before.

Because of you I stop to look up at the moon and wish upon a star.

Because of you I look forward to hearing the birds sing in the morning,

and thank God for their beautiful songs.

Because of you I am more understanding of others and accept people for who they are.

Because of you material things do not matter.

Because of you the touch of someone you love is more

precious than any gift you can receive.

Because of you I have a broken heart but I thank God for sending you to me.

For there is no stronger love than I hold for you.

Until we meet again...

~J. Melia

These are My Footprints

"These are my footprints,

so perfect and so small.

These tiny footprints,

never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint,

for now I have my wings.

These tiny footprints were meant for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints,

in the patter of the rain.

Gentle drops like angels tears,

of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints,

in each butterflies' lazy dance.

I'll let you know I'm with you,

if you give me just a chance.

You will see my tiny footprints,

in the rustle of the leaves.

I will whisper names into the wind,

and call each one that grieves.

Most of all, these tiny footprints,

are found in mummy's heart,

cause even though I'm gone now,

we'll never truly part."

Anonymous

Angels Pennies

I found a penny today just laying on the ground.

But it's not just a penny this little coin I've found.

Angels put them there. That's what my Grandpa told me.

He said Angels toss them down. Oh how I loved that story.

He said, when an Angel misses you they toss a penny down.

Sometimes just to cheer you up. To make a smile out of a frown.

So don't pass by that penny, when you're feeling blue.

It may be a penny from heaven that an Angel's tossed to you.

~Author Unknown~

Thinking of You with Love



We thought of you with love today,
but that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday,
and days before that too.
We think of you in silence,
we often speak your name.
All we have are memories,
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake,
with which we will never part.
God has you in His keeping,
we have you in our hearts.
A million times we`ve wanted you.
A million times we cried.
If love could only have saved you,
you never would have died.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
But you didn`t go alone.
For a part of us went with you...
the day God called you Home.


~Author Unknown

A Lament for My Baby



I never got to hear you laugh
you never saw me cry
didnt get a chance to say "Hello"
you never said "Goodbye"
I didn't think that I could feel
so sad, lost and forlorn.
I never knew God chose his Angels
before some of them were born.
Your life was short yet special
I shared it all exclusively
I felt you breathe, I felt you kick.
You were alive inside of me.
Every baby is an Angel
and every angel is divine
God needed one in heaven
He came down and took mine
And although we are not together
we're not really apart
for you'll always occupy a space
deep within my heart.
Time has begun to ease my pain
It's only some days now I cry.
When I wish I could have said "Hello"
and heard you say "Goodbye"

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there, I did not die.

Mary Frye

 

 

The Master Gardener

(Helen Rice Steiner)

The Master Gardener

From Heaven above,

Planted a seed

In the garden of love.

And from it there grew

A rosebud small,

That never had time

To open at all.

For God in His perfect

And all-wise way,

Chose this rose

For his heavenly bouquet.

And great was the joy

Of this tiny rose,

To be the one our Father chose.

To leave Earth's garden

For One on high,

Where roses bloom always

And never die... So, while you can't see

Your precious rose bloom,

You know The Great Gardener,

From the "Upper Room"

Is watching and tending

This wee rose with care,

Tenderly touching

Each petal so fair...

So think of your Darling

With the Angels above,

Secure and contented

And surrounded by love,

And remember God blessed

And enriched your lives, too,

For in dying, your Darling

Brought Heaven closer to you!

Lullabies

Daddy please don`t look so sad,

Mommy please don`t cry.

I am in the arms of Jesus

and He sings me lullabies.

Please do not try to question God,

don`t think He is unkind.

Don`t think He sent me to you and that

He changed His mind.

You see, I am special

and I`m needed up above.

I`m the special child you gave Him,

the product of your love.

I`ll always be there with you.

So watch the sky at night.

Find the brightest star that`s gleaming.

That`s my halo`s brilliant light.

So Daddy please don`t look so sad.

Mommy please don`t cry.

I am in the arms of Jesus.

And He sings me lullabies.

~Author Unknown

"The Busiest Day in Heaven"

It's the busiest day in Heaven

I'm planning a big surprise

To let you know I love you

And that no one ever dies.

Even though you're down below

And I am up above,

I'm sending you these wishes

And all my angel love.

It's really quite exciting

To plan this big event,

For lots of gifts will come your way

And all are heaven sent.
First, I'll take a bubble bath-

My splashes might cause some rain,

But knowing all the fun I'm having,

Will help to ease your pain.

Next, I'll get some pictures

In my halo and my gown,

So when you get to Heaven,

You can show them all around.

I have color crayons in Heaven,

And I will draw some star so bright

And place them in the sky today
For you to see tonight.

Then, Jesus will have story time,

And I will sit upon his lap.

He'll tell me all about you

Just before I nap.

I'll wake up full of energy
And play a game or two,

Before I finish sending

All my love to you.

After snack I'll write a song

For all the birds to sing,

And know I've made you happy

With all the joy it brings.

At nighttime I'll be tired,

But I'll still hold you tight.

My arms will wrap around you

And keep you through the night.

And when you finally slumber,

I will kneel to pray,

Asking God to bless you

On this special Mother's Day.

Love, Your Little Angel

Christmas in Heaven

I see the countless Christmas trees

Around the world below,

With tiny lights like heaven's stars

Reflecting in the snow.

The sight is so spectacular

please wipe away that tear

for I am spending CHRISTMAS

WITH JESUS CHRIST this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs

that people hold so dear

but the sound of music can't compare

with the CHRISTMAS CHOIR up here.

I have no words to tell you

of the JOY their voices bring

for it is beyond description

to HEAR THE ANGELS SING.

I know how much you miss me,

I see the pain inside your heart

for I am spending CHRISTMAS

WITH JESUS CHRIST this year.

I can't tell you of the SPLENDOR

or the PEACE here in this place

Can you just imagine CHRISTMAS

WITH OUR SAVIOR face to face

I'll ask him to lift your spirit

as I tell him of your love

so then PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER

as you lift your eyes above.

Please let your hearts be joyful

and let your spirit sing

for I am spending CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN

and I’m walking WITH THE KING

Her Journey's Just Begun

Don't think of her as gone away-

her journey's just begun

life holds so many facets-

this earth is only one.

Just think of her as resting

from the sorrows and the tears

in a place of warmth and comfort

where there are no days and years.

Think how she must be wishing

that we could know today

how nothing but our sadness

can really pass away.

And think of her as living

in the hearts of those she touched...

for nothing loved is ever lost

and she was loved so much!

"Calling Daddy From Heaven"

I'm calling you, Daddy, from Heaven

Because we are apart,

But the phone won't ring on earth today;

In heaven we call heart to heart.

I just want to say, "I love you,"

And I think of you each day.

I hear you say you love me

Each time you kneel to pray.

Sometimes I watch you working

At a job you do se well.

I tell all my friends in Heaven,

"That's my daddy, and ain't he swell!"

I'm working on a project

To send you as a gift,

And when you finally see it,

Your spirits will really lift.

I'm painting lots of colors

All across the sky,

And after rain you'll see them

And know we never die.

I'll also paint some flowers

And send them down to you.

They'll look so fresh and pretty

In the early morning dew.

But best of all, I'll take some notes

Of all the things I love,

So you can read my journals

When you meet me here above.

Your name will cover pages

Of my moments to be shared;

You'll see how much you've meant to me

And how very much I cared.

Then, I'll have story time with Jesus

And he'll tell me stories of you.

I'll listen with a smile

Of all the things you do.

He'll tell me of your kindness

And the smile upon your face,

The way you make the world

A really nicer place.

Of all the things I ever do,

This will the best;

I'll ask the Lord to Bless you,

My very own request.

And tonight when you are resting

From the day you've spent so well,

I'll whisper in your ears

All I have to tell.

And as I hold you through the night,

This is what I'll say,

"I'm proud to call you Daddy

on this special Father's Day."

Love, Your Little Angel

I am wearing a pair of shoes. They are ugly shoes. Uncomfortable shoes. I hate my shoes. Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair. Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step. Yet, I continue to wear them. I get funny looks wearing these shoes. They are looks of sympathy. I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs. They never talk about my shoes. To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable. To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them. But, once you put them on, you can never take them off. I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes. There are many pairs in this world. Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them. Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much. Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt. No woman deserves to wear these shoes. Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman. These shoes have given me the strength to face anything. They have made me who I am. I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.