Bend In The Branch

The personal opinions of one among many.

Monday, November 08, 2004

The Death of a Child

The death of a child, the very essence of hope, must be the most profound loss anyone can suffer.

Friends are enduring the tragic death of their son and brother.

I endured the duty of being a messenger to many today, including the kid, and comforting words flowed, but I could find no words for my friends and their daughter. The despair in their countenances exceeded my imagination. I could only offer my thoughts, prayers, resolve to remain a constant friend, and love.

May the tears of pain and suffering become tears of fond memories in time.

I'll send you for a little time
A child of mine, He said,
For you to love the while he lives
And mourn for when he's dead.
It may be forty or fifty years,
Or even 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 this wide world over
In my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes
I have selected you.
Now, will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To take him back again."
I fancied that I heard him say,
'Dear Lord thy will be done.'
For all the joy thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll 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."
Author Unknown


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