After the first Child's Death
There was no dying;
God looked down
His soul bereft
Crying
Then He who invented Earth
Created Heaven;
Labored three days worth
Their bodies leaven;
As clouds rain tears
Angels skyward rise
Washed innocent of death
Buoyed by human sighs.
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Such emotion with this poem, I feel the depths of every line. Beautiful David.