Heaven's Tablets

Who hears the sobbing psalm
of fragile cherub souls
being sadly silenced with crippled wings?

What tearful tales were never told,
of delicate, tender hearts
bedecked in bruises and scars
kept veiled from the world.

But the shroud that truly
was laced over other’s eyes
held the fabric of indifference
where minds lacked vision or ears to sense
the pain worn by suffering youthful spirits.

They may be neglected
by a world too busy for hearing their cries.
Upon those etched markers
God sees Heaven’s tablets,
names He never forgets.

In His arms they are welcomed
ever able to fly with love and care,
their stories remembered forever,
and shown to those
who on earth turned and looked the other way.

That will be asked to their eternal shame
why they allow
the Lord’s most precious angels
to sleep so young
in those concrete cocoons?