Three years ago, I passed a little church
While I walked on my way
Sorrow rang out from the steeple bells
As in the cemetery a group of people gathered
I stopped to watch for a moment
A small coffin being carried to the graveside
Where soon it would be laid
The priest stood beside it and slowly said
“The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away
We commit this child into the arms of the Lord
For his safe keeping for ever and ever
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”
At the graveside I could see in the scene
A young girl about nineteen and young man about twenty one
Both were heartbroken because it was their child
Their one any only son
Being laid to rest, but never to be forgotten
I turned to go on my way, when I saw from the grave
A stairway to the sky appear
On each step an angel stood all looking young and fair
I stood astonished for a while
As up the stairs walked a child
From that day to this I wonder all the time
What was the meaning of this sign
(Date written unknown)
Yeah my dad refused to walk up these stairs but in the end being such a nice man he thought he would grant them their wish. Bless ya. oxoxo
I'am so glad I didn't miss this one, serene, beautiful, it gave me a sensation of total peace. The imagry of the stairway to heaven, fantastic, I only wish the parents had a glimpse of this as well. Not too long ago I lost my young cousin, he was 10 years old and his mother is still suffering. I think the imagry in this poem would do her heart good. I will mark this as one of my favourites and make sure she she's it one day. Thankyou David for this remarkable poem. Melvina
The imagery is of your words is astounding. It truly brought tears to my eyes.
Oh David such a sad poem with an uplifting end. Children are truly an innocent soul that God awaits to embrace. Big 10 for you my friend across the sea. Hugs Pam
Just a sign that even so young they have a place in the ever after.... Peace and tranquility... Alison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A touching poem... David there is nothing more Tragic than i childs death... but i loved the stairway to heaven... we all go to far far better place... well except me of course i am off to some where warm..10 my friend...