21 01, 2014

No Wheelchairs in Heaven

A child’s life is over. Death is absolute.Reality’s pain is unrelenting.One less child in the school hallways.An empty desk is a constant reminder of what is lost. How do we move forward?The hole left by a small little soul is gapingAnd we fear that we will be swallowed by the darkness.Momentary joy feels disrespectful. Life on earth is marked by sorrow.No one is immune.Thousands deal with crushing pain dailyCries of anguish and distress surround us at times.  A small child teaches us to look beyond the suffering.He reminds us that everything we have,Everything we are able to do and to be… is a gift. Hugs, laughter, smiles and kindnessBreak through the boredom, monotony and discomfort.Friendship eases adversityLove makes it worthwhile. A small child locked in a body that never worked properlyHas taught us to wait patiently, live fullyAnd trust that love will hold us in our vulnerability. A small child