FLOWERS III



Reared in love, sheltered from harm
Believing in all--to do them no harm,
Beautiful Children touched by stars
To allow things are good and not marred by scars.

Scars of dreams, fragments of fear
To be relieved when sleep is near.
Angels weep when little ones cry
Small ones aching, their world gone awry.
Shattered minds, torn hearts
By sick ones with No hearts.
Love gave them peace and ease of heart
To fade each day when the world seems dark.

Give them the hands and quiet voices
To guide and help with daily choices.
Become again Child of Pain
A Flower lifting its face to the rain.
Growing in beauty, gentleness and grace
To show the Angels a soul touched by Grace.