Stories of Lost Children
The Glass Shatter'd
by Paul Durand, Northridge, CA, U.S.A.
The Glass Shatter'd The gift was a delicate boat of glass.
A highly-treasured token from the hearts of my children.
In my haste to sequester this prize from harm,
It sl
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The glass shattered,
My world ripped in twain. Oceans of pain swept over the shards on the floor,
My head pounded from my grief.
Twas just a little glass boat;
Why do I miss it so? Children are delicate little vessels,
Sent by the Heavenly Spirit,
To be handled carefully,
With
Great
Love.
They carry important souls with pure hearts.
So protect them from all harm.
I love them so. When
My child, A lovely gift from God, Died, The glass shattered,
And
My world ripped in twain.
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