Little One Lost

 

As part of God's majestic plan

One bright and glorious morn,

A being came into its own,

A little soul was born

 

And just as life burst into bloom,

An Angel hovered there

"My little one," the angle said,

"God's put you in my care.

 

From your moment of conception

'till your earthly life is through

I'm here to light and guard and guide

In all you say and do.

 

You'll know the beauty of the earth'

Its fragrance and its touch.

You'll meet the people Jesus saves

Because He loved so much.

 

Perhaps you'll study hard and reach

A high and lofty goal,

Or work the land or use your hands

In another worthy role.

 

Whatever path you choose to take,

Whatever you may be,

When life gets tough or choices hard

Be sure to call on me."

 

But Dad was racked with fear and doubt,

And Mother was confused.

A doctor took an oath to save,

A promised he abused.

 

Savagely, my life was torn,

In anguished pain I cried.

I heard the rustling of wings,

My angel at my side.

 

When I could bear the pain no more,

My angel softly said,

"The plans have changed, my little one,

You'll come with me instead."

 

 

 

 

And as last I lay secure'

Enveloped in his wings,

I felt a surge of total love

But also thought of things.

 

My angel said that I might do

And people I might see,

But due to choices not my own,

Will never come to be.

 

I'll never feel my mother's touch

Or hold my father's hand

I'll never sail the deep blue seas,

Or tread the verdant land.

 

Never will I face a skill

That I can learn to hone,

Or teach a child, or fall in love

And have children of my own.

 

I'll never know a needy man

And have the chance to give,

Of ever try to make the world

A better place to live.

 

But God is good and heaven's grand,

And I'll forever sing

The praises of our risen Lord,

The glory of our King.

 

And as I bask in peace and joy,

My angel came again.

"My little one," he gently spoke,

Before you settle in,

 

You need to pray for Mom and Dad

Indeed for all of those

Who've snuffed away so many lives

But never took their souls."

 

Then a million tiny voices prayed,

And all their angels too,

"Father, please forgive them all,

They know not what they do."

By Rita Gray

 

Rita Gray is a member of St. Vincent dePaul Catholic Church in Berkeley Springs WV



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