The daughter of a woman I work with recently suffered a stillbirth of a baby boy. I'd like to make her a memory candle and put an appropriate poem on it.
Does anyone know of a poem that would work in this situation?
Dian,the memory candle is a lovely idea. These are three poems I had saved, not sure if they are what you want. Elspeth
A Special Little Spirit
"You're a Special Little Spirit," the all great Master said,
As he gently caressed the curly brown hair of the Little Spirit's head.
"You need to go to Earth to spend some time, you know.
A place I send most Spirits to be tested, to learn and grow.
" The Little Spirit, in sadness, slowly bowed his head,
And from his eye a tear did steal and down his cheek it shed.
"Don't you fret now little one, I won't let you stay too long,
I'll bring you back to help me Here,
You'll hardly know that you've been gone".
"You're my choicest Little Spirit, you're the apple of my eye."
And He wiped the tear and gently kissed His Little Spirit good-bye.
"I'm back," Little Spirit whispered, as he climbed onto his Master's knee,
And the Master said, "I told you, you would not be long away from Me."
And then, the Lord, He noticed still another tear welled in his eye.
"Why are you so sad, Little Spirit, whatever should make you cry?"
"I'm glad I'm back," Little Spirit said, "but Master You must surely know,
When Your Angel came to get me, I didn't want to go. I know You said You needed me and that I'd be gone the shortest while,
But Lord, couldn't I have had a little longer earthly trial?"
The Master let Little Spirit slip down from off His knee,
He firmly took the little hand and said, "Come walk with Me."
The Little Spirit and his Lord walked slowly hand in hand,
As the Master explained his special part in the great and marvelous plan.
"Now Lord, I don't mean to argue, I understand that You needed me Home".
"But I left in such a hurry, I left everyone hurting and alone.
I didn't let my earthly parents know how much I loved them so.
I was much too small to tell them, Lord, how will they ever know?"
"They feel they've been cheated, and in a way, so do I.
Not getting to share any more than we did, how can I ever tell them why?"
"Little Spirit, I know your heart is heavy with this message you need to share.
I'll send them loving comfort, as a strong and helping hand.
I'll content and give peace to their aching hearts, so they will understand."
The Little Spirit looked up at his Master and said "Thank you for explaining it to me."
And could You please tell them I'm safe and happy and that someday they'll be here with me?"
"Yes," said the Lord with a smile and a nod, "I'll tell them all that I can."
Then the others came to see the Little Spirit,
as the Lord let go of his hand. He said, "I'll tell them you're pure, as pure as Heaven's Gold,
That I needed the warmth of your perfect soul to keep Heaven from getting cold."
Fly, fly little wing
Far beyond imagining
Pass the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly until we meet again.
Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Soar beyond the sky above
Upon the wind of Heaven's love
Cross over to the golden shore
Where there is peace forevermore
Hold my memory, light and sweet
Until we once again can meet.
Fly, fly, do not fear
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb
On, beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But, Little One, I won't forget.
Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, dear one, find the light
When you wonder the meaning of life and love
Know that I am with you,
Close your eyes and feel me kissing you
in the gentle breeze across your cheek.
WHen you begin to doubt that you shall ever see me again
Quiet your mind and hear me,
I am the whisper of the heavens
Speaking of your love.
When you lose your identity
When you question who you are and where you are going,
open your heart and see me.
I am the twinkle in the stars smiling down upon you,
Lighting the path for your journey.
When you awaken each morning
Not remembering your dreams
But feeling content and serene
Know that I was with you-
Filling your night with thougths of me.
WHen you linger in the remnant pain
Wholeness seeming so unfamiliar
think of me and
know that i am with you,
touching you through the shared tears of a gentle friend
easing the pain
As the sunrise illuminates the desert sky
In the breathtaking glory, awaken your spirit
think of our time, all too brief, but ever brilliant.
when you are certain of us, together
when you were certain of your destiny
Know that God created that moment in time,
Just for us
Dearest Mommy, I am with you always.
What Makes A Mother?
I thought of you, closed my eyes and prayed to God today, I asked "What makes a Mother?"..and I know I heard Him say",
"A Mother has a baby, this we know is true"
"But, God, can you be a Mother When your baby's not with you?"
"Yes, you can" He replied With confidence in His voice" I give many women babies..When they leave is not their choice. Some I send for a lifetime, and others for a day, and some I send to feel your womb, but there's no need to stay"
"I just don't understand this, God I want my baby here!" He took a breath and cleared His throat, and then I saw a tear.
"I wish that I could show you, what your child is doing today. If you could see your child smile with the other children and say...
"We go to Earth to learn our lessons Of love and life, and my Mommy loved me oh so much, I got to come straight Here. I feel so lucky to have a Mom who had so much love for me, I learned my lesson very quickly...my Mommy set me free I miss my Mommy oh so much, but I visit her each day, When she goes to sleep On her pillow's where I lay...I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear, "Mommy, don't be sad today I'm your baby and I'm Here."
"So you see my dear sweet one, Your children are okay. Your babies are in My Home, and this is Where they'll stay. They'll wait for you with Me, until our lesson is through. And on the day that you come Home...they'll be at the Gates for you!" So now you see what makes a Mother...It's the feeling in your heart. It's the love you had so much of, right from the very start. Though some on Earth may not realize you are a Mother, Until their time is done, they'll be up Here with Me one day...and know you're the best one!"
We are connected, my child and I,
By an invisible cord,not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord, that connects us 'til birth
This cord can't been seen, by any on Earth.
This cord does it's work, right from the start.
It binds us together, attached to my heart.
I know that it's there, though no one can see
The invisible cord, from my child to me.
The strength of this cord, is hard to describe.
It can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord, man could create.
It withstands the test, can hold any weight.
And though you are gone, though you're not here with me,
The cord is still there, but no one can see.
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised... I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline..as never before.
I am thankful that God, connects us this way
A mother and child, death can't take it away!
~ Author Unknown to Me ~
I framed this poem with the only photo of my stillborn son (May 1986), and know it by heart. I am unsure of the origin, perhaps it was on a card or something. Because of this poem and my love for flowers, I have never looked at a rose the same way since then.
"When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with
the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to His fold,
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be "Goodbye".
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find."
A memorial candle is a wonderful idea for your co-workers' daughter...you are so kind to think of such a thing.
I also liked the above submitted poems...very nice and appropriate as well.
Emma in PA