Those who come to us
And leave too soon
Were never meant to stay.
Do not judge them for your loss
Thank God for sharing.
They are often angels
With wings too delicate
A rainbow that fades too quickly.
They are a gift.
They may seem as
Darkness and struggle,
A tragedy, a sin.
But it is not so.
They are a looking glass
Reflecting the richness and dark beauty of your world,
In transparency and light.
Someday you will thank God for sharing,
You will accept this strange gift,
And bless the pain you both endured,
For you to have it,
For even so short a time.
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