-Honey's Poems-

I looked out of the gates of Heaven and saw Hell.
I asked God, "Please, God. Don't send me there." For I saw destruction, waste and hatred.
"Please, God. I want only to be here with you. I'm secure. Down there I'll be...alone. Please don't send me away."
I awoke in the dark. "GOD!" I cried out. But there was no answer. I am alone.
"Why did you send me here? I asked you not to. I don't like it here. Am I only to be born, live and die? In a world so void of care and compassion. I need to be with you, God. Please, let me come back!" But there is no response. Only silence. I have been left alone to try and right that which I see wrong.
But I know that I will be with God again. In his warm embrace. I will always know that He is with me. Even at the worst. Through all the tortures, all the pain, the one thing that will keep me going is the knowledge that God is there, and will be there when I'm gone. And no matter the things done or said, He will accept me again. Maybe this time He won't send me away. He'll let me watch over the world and the lives from afar.
But not now. No heavenly voices. No heavenly beauty. Now I must begin my life journey here, and forget for the time being, the beautious place which I've so recently left.
God must trust that I will choose right whenever a difficult scene is before me, for I am borne into such a terrible time. This now is in need of great knowledge in order to help mankind. Am I enough for it? Will I prove God right in His decision?

My whole reason for living has just walked out the door. For ten years of my life I have done nothing than care for my children, and now the last of them has gone on to the next step. Mothers always have to be there for their children, but who is there for the mothers?
Now that I have been left here to myself, I will have to content myself with the knowledge that I will soon accustom myself to this lonliness. I will find other things to do, but I will not want to forget that once I was content taking care of my children, no matter how much I complained.
For the father it is of little consequence, for he is always gone. He leaves his children the very first day. But the mother who has stayed beside her children day after day, not willing to leave them with someone else for even one hour or one day, it is very heart-wretching.
I know that I will get use to this, but I will forget soon enough. Each time a child steps out fot the first time, you remember how sweet they are, all the little memories come back in a great rush. Each child takes with them a small bit of innocence, which is lost that first day of school.
And at night, when you gaze at them as they sleep contentedly, you wish desperately that it could all be as it was before. But it can't. All mothers have gone or will go throught this, and so will I.