When a dear friend of mine lost her teenage son in a fatal car accident, I wrote this letter and poem in hopes to comfort her as I did not think a card would be sufficient. Only words from the heart can heal a shattered one. Fond memories are all we ever have and that is all we should dwell on - not our loss, but the passing one's gain of a better life.
LETTER TO A GRIEVING MOTHER
Nothing is ever lost or discarded.Therefore, we should not mourn for our loved ones, but rather rejoice for they have gone on to a greater and more spiritual fulfilling world - the world of Heaven - God's Kingdom.It is an unknown plane that we can only speculate about in our own minds or deduce in our religious teachings. It is said, by theological scholars, that new souls who await to be born are harbored in what is known as "The Garth" and when the last baby is born, the world will end as we know it through the seven signs from God individually sealed in sacred envelopes by His hands and given to His trusted archangel, Michael, who shall deliver them to the world in an earthy form.When this will occur, no one really knows for sure, for the Old and New Testaments contradict greatly, as well as Nostradamus.The Garth, otherwise known as, "God's Great Storage Bin" has to be kept full at all times and unfortunately, for our own mortal, selfish reasons, the only way to do this is by death. My mother once told me that, “souls are traded.”For every soul that leaves this wretched earth, makes room for a new one.God has to keep his Kingdom and the world he created, replenished."Ah, the wisdom of our Irish elders. A great deal of research has been done in the area of parapsychology and reincarnation that makes me tend to believe that maybe my mother was right — that souls are, as it were, if not for a lack of a better term, recycled. It has been reasoned that reincarnation evolves because the being that God created has not yet learned the meaning of life, His meaning of life.Hence, it has to return until this knowledge is acquired. Depending upon the intelligence level, it could be once, twice, or several times.After the revelation is realized, and only then, may the soul enter Heaven for eternity as it will have finally figured out what God has intended for it. And the eyes reveal all - - afterall, "the eyes are the windows of the soul." We should rejoice in what we have — and not mourn at what we have lost; for our ultimate sacrifice is knowing that the souls that we bring into this world are only our temporary progenies.They truly belong to God - not us. We should be grateful that He allows us to have children to keep for as long He allows us.We are only proxie parents and are chosen by Him to nurture and guide in His ways for only a time.No one ever truly belongs to us. We all belong to Him.And there is always a reason why he does not allow us to keep what he has given us in the first place.But only He knows the reason. It is not our fault.And we have to believe with all of our hearts, that they are in better hands - more capable than our own - in a world far better than we now live in.
CHERUB IN THE GARTH
In the garth, God's storage bin; We all await to be born again. Frolicking playfully among the clouds; Waiting for Gabriel's horn so loud.
To tell us it is time, our parents await; And that's when he opens the pearly gates. We float down to earth two-by-two; On Gossamer wings in a sky so blue.
But when it comes to me, the gates go to close; And I turn to ask with an upturned nose. "Why am I not allowed to go with the others? I'm supposed to return - I have a mother."
But Gabriel announces he made a mistake; And I'm to stay in God's eternal wake. I've done my time and this is my reward; God's to be my paternal room and board.
"You mean, I've finally made it?No more reincarnation?!" "Well, hallelujah - it's a celebration!" "I don't have to go back and start from scratch? "Hey, wait a minute - where's the catch?"
"Don't be so suspicious," Gabriel says to me; "You've become what God has intended you to be. All that is pure and good - worthy of his love; Now go and play with the others and remember my dove."
"Now that you are have received your wings; You're required to do more than just sing. The mother we had chosen to be your mentor; Is woeful that you did not her world enter."
You must watch over her - keep her in sight; It's a 24-hour job - all day and night. I know it's a lot to ask, but do what you can; Lighten her sorrow with the touch of your hand.
So I take God's task with a smile on my face; And cling to this woman with spiritual grace. She doesn't know I am always at her side; For I am only a spirit - an angelical guide.
But I will let her know from time to time; That the daughter she borne was actually a sign. From God the Almighty - our Sage - our Trinity; That she lost not a child, but gave birth to divinity