Blazes in the Sky

I had written this poem to help anyone who as ever lost an unborn child. Pennfully, Thomas

Blazes in the Sky


She laid upon
a bed of tears
late one summers night
She lit a candle
in memory of
a soul that burned as bright
Oft times she cried
herself to sleep
mourning for her son
Slipping into
a dream-like world
beyond this tearful one
Billowing clouds
surrounded her
and carried her away
To a place where Angels, oft times dwell
and cherubs love to play.
There amid
God's shining light
She saw her unborn child
With angels wings upon him
- a cherub, undefiled -
Suddenly, she realized
his flame, did not die
And the candle
that she burns for him
Blazes in the Sky.



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