LOST CHILDREN

Hello Sir, a letter to John

You are special

Today is just a moment in time sitting here writing for Lost Children . When memories of a past time flooded my being of an upheaval when Little Zachy Samuel lay in the Lords arms.

Aged 4 MAN MADE ACCIDENT.

I thanked the Lord for making a home for my baby.
Do you heal?

Sometimes.

Then my lesson in life opened before me sitting on the ground studying the grave of Zachy.

Healing begins once you truly understand on earth that all are only “temporary”.

Living in the “moment” was our true destiny.

Every thing falls into place once we except how fragile life is.

Some “moments” are tinged with sadness and some are beautiful.

This Earth is not about me, nor do I believe I am important, just a link on a pebble beach.

The human side needs to hold my baby, who is with the Lord. Oh yes, that need is only my selfish desire to feel his skin and the smell of his hair.

Sometimes I chastised myself for being dramatic cause destiny was never promised to any one.

And when I arrive at the gates of heaven and ask for little Zacky to be told that he decided to send his soul back to be born again.

Missed again .

Perhaps Zacky will walk this earth somewhere, sometime.

Man and women create the body,

Then on the day of Birth the soul came through you not from you.

Wise thoughts.

Time does not heal the deep cut wounds

Bitter-sweet

Be patient, as time goes by we do survive with a greater understanding , compassion, humility.

You are never alone, we belong to a group of grieving souls who understand your grieving pain.

Peace be you with every day of your lives

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About DAZZLED💙

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)