Like a wind that blows all the way to heaven

It catches a precious one,
perhaps he was 2, or she was seven-months,
or maybe he or she had never breathed a breath.
The wind catches this soul,
and casts it up, all the way into the safer reaches
of God most high, not to or no longer to experience
the unspeakable pains of mortal life.
But the wind, though it blesses
with infinite blessing the soul taken to God;
that wind separates and leaves souls
on earth bereft of meaning for such a long time.

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Loss involves peace for our angels who gain their wings having never had the chance to do a bad thing in this life.  But as our angels’ float to heaven, cause on the updraft, carried effervescently into a bliss beyond knowing, we are left without them.  And it leaves such a cavernous hole in our lives.

There must be a purpose in an experience that drives us to a completely different place than we’ve ever been.  For such a long, long time – that feels like an eternity of eternities – we are beset by the grips of sorrow like nobody ever imagined.  Yet, somehow, we can’t escape the grips of hope that one day there will be a meaning beyond the pain.

The experience takes us out of some lives and puts us abruptly into others.  Suddenly we find a unique crowd ‘get’ us and very many don’t.  We resolve within ourselves at times that this is the way it’s meant to be, yet at other times we cannot help but bellow, “Why?”

Our angels are taken deep into God and we, for this time, will be separate from them.  We know they’re safe, yet such a knowledge doesn’t help much.  The mind understands but the heart cannot be soothed.

There are tears to the point of wondering; when will the sadness end?  We’re taken beyond what seems a ‘reasonable grief’ much more until we realise, the sorrow of grief is a pit without bottom. And yet somehow there are angels on earth who speak beyond words of comfort – a comfort that comforts us in a place where no comfort can reach.

Loss is a thing destined to take us, ourselves, to God; to a place where we may commune spiritually with the one who holds souls.  Yet such a thing is beyond tangibility; it is beyond reach of the mind; it can only be believed by faith.

Compassion speaks in the words of presence which is inaudible and purely spiritual.  When one human speaks this silent language to another, heaven’s prayer is answered.

Angels watch over us.

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