Quiet the Cries
The Heavenly skies wept,
as an angel stood watch in Heaven’s garden,
while the other angels slept,
it was not completely dark,
in the center of the garden were benches,
and this place was like a beautiful park,
near the entrances there were angel shape sculptures glowing,
waterfalls, flowing,
flowers with God’s breath, growing,
the sculptures were designed for illumination,
and that was clearly showing,
in this piece of Heaven’s nation,
the caretaker of this garden had taken pains
to create a comfortable and aesthetically pleasing environment
for all spirits who come here,
it helps wash away the worries and the fear,
and when the souls cross over,
it would be gentle to their eyes,
after leaving their loved one in tears,
this will help quiet the cries.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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