Whispers

Whispers

He had never hurt so bad before,

the searing pain tore through his small body.

Every move he made only caused more pain, there was no way to get away from it.

He tried to lay very, very still;

but it even hurt to breathe.

He turned his head slightly and looked out at the star filled sky.

Then gently he whispered "I love you".

A soft gentle whisper came back to him,

"I love you too".

He whispered,

"Can't I come home now,

then pain is so bad?"

The answer came back in a quite whisper,

"Come home now, come on home."

A frail little hand reached up into the shaft of silver light that had now filled his room.

The warm light enveloped the tiny boy, then faded away.

The boy was now free of pain,

he will never be abused again.

For now he is nestled in the arms of the Father.

He looks up into warm brown eyes and whispers,

"I love you,

thank you for bringing me home."

He snuggles down in those big strong arms and sleeps peacefully for the first time in a long time.

The Father holds him close and whispers,

"I love you too."

Roma 9/12/2009