Letting Go... - Poem by EU STRESS
Come my child,
Let me caress your comatosed self
For the last time;
Let me press my ears upon your body,
To feel your heaving breaths,
Let me hold you close to my chest
And kiss your little forehead and cheeks
And rock you in my arms;
‘cause it’s time I let you go
Into the greater hands that created you
Twelve years ago.
It was He who sculpted you
And placed you upon my desolate lap;
He stands before me once more
To claim you back;
I can see His arms of Light –outstretched
To embrace you.
But how can I let you go, my baby?
How can I reconcile with this painful truth
That I can hug you and fondle you
And kiss you no more?
Come baby, let me hug you tight
No, no! I can’t let you go…..
But I must…
‘cause He tells me He will alleviate
All your sufferings
Once I restore you back to His custody.
He says you were never mine
You belonged to Him and Him alone
I was only a foster parent.
I don’t know if I am right or wrong
But I’m ready to wrench my heart
To let you go….
‘cause I can bear your sufferings no more.
Take my child with you, O Divine
But do relieve him of his excruciating torments.
Go, my baby,
Let your illumined little soul
Be infused with the all-pervasive radiance
Of His supernal magnanimity.
My child, merge into the Light.
[Composed on the night before I lost my pet, my child].
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