For Astrid
April 23, 2009
Lieber engle
blieb bei mir
alle tag, alle stund
bis meine seele
in den himmel kommt.
Dear angel
stay with me
every day, every hour
until my soul
goes to heaven
This is a little prayer my Grandmother used to tell me as a child and every time I hear it I automatically think of happy childhoods and fragrant white flowers. I often give it to mothers that are grieving for lost children.
It’s an odd time right now. As spring pushes it’s way in many women have been coming to me with stories of children that never came to term. Soon I will be holding birthday parties for the spirits of aborted children and miscarried souls. These are the souls that are nearest and dearest. They grow with us, have personalities and demand our attention at the strangest times.
Light a candle
Say a prayer
And understand that you will always be loved
They do not hate
They are the purest of the pure
The pictures are beautiful, as is the prayer and your writing. You do incredible things in your spiritual life, the difficulty of which I can’t being to fathom.
xoxo,
Anya
Simply beautiful.