Room was full of woe, every heart is full of sorrow. A four year old child died. He is the only son of his mom and dad, their joy and hope for the future. His father and mother and two older daughters, the biggest one this year is confirmed. They are both cute boy, but the dead children are most distressed children, even though he is the only son of a small it? it was a disaster. Two sisters, young hearts have sorrow to the extreme; grief of the father can make her feel especially sad. Father's waist has been bent, and her mother was overwhelmed by this unprecedented tragedy. She was busy day and night care of the sick child, take care of him, hold him, hug him, and think he has been a part of her body. She can't imagine he was dead, was lying in a coffin, buried to the grave. She believed that God can't take the child from her. But it actually happened, and the true facts, so she is in severe pain, said:
"God does not know about it! his servants on Earth, some have no conscience; they just deal with things, scarcely listened to mothers prayers. ”
She's in pain instead of God. Emerged in her heart the dark thoughts-she thought about death, eternal death. She thinks people are dust in the dust, her life is over. The thought made her feel without relying on; her into the abyss of despair.
When her pain to the point when, can't even cry cry out. She didn't think she had a young daughter. Her husband, tears dripping onto her forehead, but she did not see him. She has been thinking about the dead child. Her entire life and existence is immersed in memories: memories of her children, recalling what he had told every childish Word.
Buried that day has finally arrived. Before this she had slept many nights not; but tomorrow when she is tired to the point, so I drifted off to sleep. Coffin was carried at this time to a quiet House. On the coffin lid is nailed there, for fear she heard hammering sounds.
She woke up, and immediately getting up, going to see the children. Her husband said with tears:
"We've put the nail in the coffin--must do things!"
"God is so cruel to me," she said out loud, "How could I be better?" She sobbed and cried.
The coffin was carried to the cemetery. The infinite grief of mothers sat with her two daughters. She looked at them, but her eyes have not seen them, because she has no family. Sad control her entire existence. Mourning hit her, as the sea pounding a lost the compass and the rudder of a boat. Buried that day, so in the past, followed by a long series of similarly monotonous and painful day. This sorrow a watery eyes and suffering eyes looked at her; she does not listen to their words of comfort. Indeed, they themselves were very sad, there are no more words to say it?
She no longer seems to know what sleep is. Who wants to let her body recover, rest her soul, who can be said to be her best friend. We advised her to stay in bed, she lay there motionless, as if asleep. One night, her husband listened to her breathing, convinced that she has been rest and comfort. So he'd rather the praying hands; so slowly he fell asleep in his sleep. He didn't notice she had got out of bed, put on clothes, and quietly walked out of the room. She went straight to her day and night with it--the Tomb--buried her child walk. She walked through the House's Garden, walk the fields – here is a path leads to the outside, she follow the path until you come to the church cemetery. Nobody saw her, she did not see anyone.
This is a beautiful, starry night. Air is still gentle--it was early September weather. She went into the church cemetery, until you come to a small grave close by. That the tomb was like a big flower, are scented. She sat down, facing grave head, her eyes as we can through dense soil layers, see beloved child. She can still vividly remember the child's smile: she should never forget that kind of look in the eyes of a child – even as he lay in a hospital bed while also revealed that look in her eyes. Every time she bent over, holding up his inability to lift when little hands, his eyes seemed to confide in her infinite mind. She sat next to his grave, as sitting in his cradle. But now she is constantly in tears. These tears from falling into the grave.
"Do you think your children there to go!" A voice beside her said. This is a loud and deep voice, straight into her heart. She looked up, saw standing next to a man. The man was wearing a baggy black, wearing a hat low on the head, but she can see the faces of hat. This is a solemn, but enough to make people trust faces. His eyes shot out the glow of youth.
"Where are my children?" She repeated this people. Reveal an urgent plea in her voice tone.
"Don't you dare follow me to?" The figure said. "I am the God of death!"
She nodded and agreed. She immediately felt the stars seemed to shoot out of the light of the full moon. All kinds of flowers on her grave. Soil, like a light curtain, slowly and gently parted. She sank, Ghost uses his black mourning clothes to cover her. This is the night, the night of death. She sinks deeper and deeper, than the Church keeper shovel can dig deep to get to places. The churchyard now seems to be covered in the roof over her head.
Mourning has opened; she appeared in a solemn Hall. To all sides of the Hall, a welcoming atmosphere. Is surrounded by a dark scene, but just then, she appeared in front of her children. She put her arms around him tightly, close to his heart. He smiled at her, one never had such a beautiful smile. She let out a scream, but no one can hear me, because that's when there was a loud and melodious music, suddenly close by and far, chaotically, like her around. Such a happy tune her ears have never heard. It came from the outside of the big black door curtain-the Hall and the curtain that separates great and eternal Kingdom.
"My dear mother! I was born and raised my mother!" She heard her children called.
This sounds so familiar and so affectionate. She kissed him in happiness again. Children, pointing to the black curtain.
"Impossible in the world such a beautiful! MOM, look! you look carefully it! this is happy!"
But her mother did not see anything. Children within the meaning of that area, in addition to the night outside, there's nothing. She used the world's eyes, see this personally called by God to go to what a child can see. She could only hear the music's tone of voice, but could not tell the words-she should believe in everything.
"MOM, now I can fly!" Child says, "I want to fly with many other happy children to God. I'm anxious to fly away, but when you cry, when when you were crying as they are now, there is no way I can leave you. How much I wanted to fly!: I can not fly away? my dear mother, you can come to me! "
"Oh, don't fly!, do not fly!" She said. "Stay a little longer. I want to see you once again, and kiss you again and hold you in my arms one time! "
Then she kissed him and hugged him tightly. With a voice calling her name--it is a voice of mourning. What is this mean?
"Do you hear me?" Children ask. "It was dad calling you. ”
After a while, another deep sigh came from them, like a child crying out groans.
"This is the sound of sisters!" Boy said. "MOM, you haven't forgotten them, right?"
Then she remembered that she stayed at home for the children. She was a terrorist. She to look ahead. There are many figures floating past, several of which she seems very familiar. They floated past the death of the Hall, drifting into the black curtain, then disappeared. Her husband, her daughter is in the middle of this group of ghosts? no, they cry, they sigh, is still coming from above: her dead children almost forget them.
"MOM, the Bell has been sounded in the sky!" Boy said. "My mother, the Sun to come out!"
At this moment there was a bright light to her. The child was missing, she was assigned to the air, surrounded by a cold. She looked up and found himself in the churchyard, son of the graveyard. When she dreams of when God to comfort her, and make her reason to shine. She knelt down, prayed saying:
"Oh my God! please forgive me once to stop an immortal soul flies away, once forgotten you left me on the responsibility of the living!"
She said these words, seemed to feel much lighter. The Sun is rising, a bird singing on her head, the church bells is calling for people to do morning prayers. She is surrounded by an atmosphere of sacred, she also had a sense of sacred heart! she met God, her responsibilities to her, hurried home and with a sense of longing. She bent down to her husband, with a warm, passionate kiss to wake him up. They talk about intimate and warm words. She now has become strong and gentle--like a housewife can do it. She now has the power of faith in a.
"The will of God is always the best!"
Her husband asked her: "where do you get from it--this quiet mood?"
She kissed him, and kissed her children.
"My children through the tombs, got it from God. ”
"God does not know about it! his servants on Earth, some have no conscience; they just deal with things, scarcely listened to mothers prayers. ”
She's in pain instead of God. Emerged in her heart the dark thoughts-she thought about death, eternal death. She thinks people are dust in the dust, her life is over. The thought made her feel without relying on; her into the abyss of despair.
Buried that day has finally arrived. Before this she had slept many nights not; but tomorrow when she is tired to the point, so I drifted off to sleep. Coffin was carried at this time to a quiet House. On the coffin lid is nailed there, for fear she heard hammering sounds.
She woke up, and immediately getting up, going to see the children. Her husband said with tears:
"We've put the nail in the coffin--must do things!"
"God is so cruel to me," she said out loud, "How could I be better?" She sobbed and cried.
The coffin was carried to the cemetery. The infinite grief of mothers sat with her two daughters. She looked at them, but her eyes have not seen them, because she has no family. Sad control her entire existence. Mourning hit her, as the sea pounding a lost the compass and the rudder of a boat. Buried that day, so in the past, followed by a long series of similarly monotonous and painful day. This sorrow a watery eyes and suffering eyes looked at her; she does not listen to their words of comfort. Indeed, they themselves were very sad, there are no more words to say it?
She no longer seems to know what sleep is. Who wants to let her body recover, rest her soul, who can be said to be her best friend. We advised her to stay in bed, she lay there motionless, as if asleep. One night, her husband listened to her breathing, convinced that she has been rest and comfort. So he'd rather the praying hands; so slowly he fell asleep in his sleep. He didn't notice she had got out of bed, put on clothes, and quietly walked out of the room. She went straight to her day and night with it--the Tomb--buried her child walk. She walked through the House's Garden, walk the fields – here is a path leads to the outside, she follow the path until you come to the church cemetery. Nobody saw her, she did not see anyone.
This is a beautiful, starry night. Air is still gentle--it was early September weather. She went into the church cemetery, until you come to a small grave close by. That the tomb was like a big flower, are scented. She sat down, facing grave head, her eyes as we can through dense soil layers, see beloved child. She can still vividly remember the child's smile: she should never forget that kind of look in the eyes of a child – even as he lay in a hospital bed while also revealed that look in her eyes. Every time she bent over, holding up his inability to lift when little hands, his eyes seemed to confide in her infinite mind. She sat next to his grave, as sitting in his cradle. But now she is constantly in tears. These tears from falling into the grave.
"Do you think your children there to go!" A voice beside her said. This is a loud and deep voice, straight into her heart. She looked up, saw standing next to a man. The man was wearing a baggy black, wearing a hat low on the head, but she can see the faces of hat. This is a solemn, but enough to make people trust faces. His eyes shot out the glow of youth.
"Where are my children?" She repeated this people. Reveal an urgent plea in her voice tone.
"Don't you dare follow me to?" The figure said. "I am the God of death!"
She nodded and agreed. She immediately felt the stars seemed to shoot out of the light of the full moon. All kinds of flowers on her grave. Soil, like a light curtain, slowly and gently parted. She sank, Ghost uses his black mourning clothes to cover her. This is the night, the night of death. She sinks deeper and deeper, than the Church keeper shovel can dig deep to get to places. The churchyard now seems to be covered in the roof over her head.
Mourning has opened; she appeared in a solemn Hall. To all sides of the Hall, a welcoming atmosphere. Is surrounded by a dark scene, but just then, she appeared in front of her children. She put her arms around him tightly, close to his heart. He smiled at her, one never had such a beautiful smile. She let out a scream, but no one can hear me, because that's when there was a loud and melodious music, suddenly close by and far, chaotically, like her around. Such a happy tune her ears have never heard. It came from the outside of the big black door curtain-the Hall and the curtain that separates great and eternal Kingdom.
"My dear mother! I was born and raised my mother!" She heard her children called.
This sounds so familiar and so affectionate. She kissed him in happiness again. Children, pointing to the black curtain.
"Impossible in the world such a beautiful! MOM, look! you look carefully it! this is happy!"
But her mother did not see anything. Children within the meaning of that area, in addition to the night outside, there's nothing. She used the world's eyes, see this personally called by God to go to what a child can see. She could only hear the music's tone of voice, but could not tell the words-she should believe in everything.
"MOM, now I can fly!" Child says, "I want to fly with many other happy children to God. I'm anxious to fly away, but when you cry, when when you were crying as they are now, there is no way I can leave you. How much I wanted to fly!: I can not fly away? my dear mother, you can come to me! "
"Oh, don't fly!, do not fly!" She said. "Stay a little longer. I want to see you once again, and kiss you again and hold you in my arms one time! "
Then she kissed him and hugged him tightly. With a voice calling her name--it is a voice of mourning. What is this mean?
"Do you hear me?" Children ask. "It was dad calling you. ”
After a while, another deep sigh came from them, like a child crying out groans.
"This is the sound of sisters!" Boy said. "MOM, you haven't forgotten them, right?"
Then she remembered that she stayed at home for the children. She was a terrorist. She to look ahead. There are many figures floating past, several of which she seems very familiar. They floated past the death of the Hall, drifting into the black curtain, then disappeared. Her husband, her daughter is in the middle of this group of ghosts? no, they cry, they sigh, is still coming from above: her dead children almost forget them.
"MOM, the Bell has been sounded in the sky!" Boy said. "My mother, the Sun to come out!"
At this moment there was a bright light to her. The child was missing, she was assigned to the air, surrounded by a cold. She looked up and found himself in the churchyard, son of the graveyard. When she dreams of when God to comfort her, and make her reason to shine. She knelt down, prayed saying:
"Oh my God! please forgive me once to stop an immortal soul flies away, once forgotten you left me on the responsibility of the living!"
She said these words, seemed to feel much lighter. The Sun is rising, a bird singing on her head, the church bells is calling for people to do morning prayers. She is surrounded by an atmosphere of sacred, she also had a sense of sacred heart! she met God, her responsibilities to her, hurried home and with a sense of longing. She bent down to her husband, with a warm, passionate kiss to wake him up. They talk about intimate and warm words. She now has become strong and gentle--like a housewife can do it. She now has the power of faith in a.
"The will of God is always the best!"
Her husband asked her: "where do you get from it--this quiet mood?"
She kissed him, and kissed her children.
"My children through the tombs, got it from God. ”
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