My tribe of seven in heaven

There are seven souls
that abide in the sky

Seven spirits in heaven
I think it's no
coincidence
The number 7 is God's number
of perfection
Completion

They know no sorrow
Have never felt pain
My babies are sheltered
from the rain

In Zion they grow
as
flowers which never failed to bloom
They grow
in grace
for that is all they've ever known

How lucky are they
to be with the Father
Their whole lives
No time spent in fear
Never cried one single tear

I think I cried a river for them all
But that's another poem
all together

Only love
They are the lucky ones
Joy and rejoicing
Singing praises
all the day long
beautiful songs

Sometimes I can almost hear them
My tribe of seven in heaven
Wait on Mama
to make it home
I will see you soon
My beautiful flowers
in bloom
Amen


Love,
Mommy

(I wrote this years ago after having 7 consecutive miscarriages)
           (I am now a Mother of 3 beautiful children)