We Remember

In the rising of the sun, and in its going down,
We remember them.

In the blowing of the wind, and in the chill of winter,
We remember them.

In the opening of buds, and in the rebirth of spring,
We remember them.

In the blueness of the sky, and in the warmth of summer,
We remember them.

In the rustling of leaves, and in the beauty of autumn,
We remember them.

In the beginning of the year, and when it ends,
We remember them.

When we are weary and in need of strength,
We remember them.

When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember them.

When we have joys and we yearn to share,
We remember them.

So long as we live, they too shall live
For they are now a part of us
As we remember them.

~ Book of Jewish Prayers

Angels

Angels

When God calls children

~Unknown

to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of his love.
For no heartache compares with
the death of a child
Who does so much to make our world
Seem wonderful & 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,
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 child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.