From up high in the stratosphere, they launched
an unheard cry—muffled and alone—
a call for help that could never be answered
or appeased with the mother's comforting tone;
a cry that called for her warmth, her voice,
denied to them for reasons unknown:
snuffed out in the night before it got going,
swept away by nature's undertow.
And what of its source—a celestial orphan—
that demands the beat of a living heart?
They will never know the love and pain
that broke two, the day they were torn apart.
Was it in God's plan to protect the child,
considered too precious for this life?
Undimmed, they'll stay—awaiting reunion—
kept safe in his créche in the sky.
