I pray for my parents all over this earth. Please end their pain.
Do not let their suffering endure or be in vain.
I remember how they loved me - vivid colors, blinding light.
I remember feeling peace and warmth as they hugged and held me tight.
I pray for my sisters all over this earth. Please end their pain.
Do not let their suffering endure or be in vain.
I remember how we played. We loved to dance and sing,
Skipping through the gardens, confiding everything.
No strangers are in heaven, no unfamiliar face,
No foreigner, nor outsider, exists in such a place.
I pray for my brothers all over this earth. Please end their pain.
Do not let their suffering endure or be in vain.
I remember how we’d wrestle, rolling across the sky,
Laughing in the clouds, angels flying by.
I pray for my children all over this earth. Please end their pain.
Do not let their suffering endure or be in vain.
I remember knowing love, like I’ve never known before,
Basking in the light that glows at heaven’s door.
I pray for my family all over this earth. Please end their pain.
Do not let their suffering endure or be in vain.
No strangers are in heaven, no unfamiliar face,
No foreigner, nor outsider, exists in such a place.
- Lisa Murphy Taylor © 2001
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