Art Work by Shelly Duke
The Book
Little one, I know you are sad,
But I am glad you are here;
Come, sit on My lap and we shall read,
And He took down a book from the shelf.
Not in the beginning, but in the middle, He began to read:
"What if..."
He read every "What if" the child had asked,
Every "Why" left unanswered,
And every answer was the same...
"I am with you..."
I gave you a hard thing to do, Child,
And you responded with a generous heart,
And I would not ask anything of you
Without giving you something even better.
Long before you cried your first tear,
From the Cross, I gave you My Mother;
I gave Her to the world,
To listen, to comfort, to guide.
She gathers your questions and tears,
And gives them to Me.
Like Me, My Mother will always be there;
Child, to ask is all that is needed,
And you will not be sad, not be alone.
And with that He closed The Book;
It was studded with precious jewels,
And on the cover, it read,
"The Book of Tears."
by Viki Florkowski
