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Loss

A perfect hillside with people gathered around a small grave. A casket laying open, inside a child. The child wrapped in perfect clothing in a small cradle the cradle was only three inches long, as the child was not fully grown. A girl, her flawless skin against rose colored satin. Her nose, ears, mouth, and eyes that had been so perfectly formed to experience this earth had all been untarnished by the ugliness of this world. The baby had died while in the womb. This was her burial. The burial of a perfect little being that had yet to experience sunshine, grass, or kittens which little children always seem to love. She had experienced love, that was not a question. Maternal love can never be stopped from the heart to the womb. The burial was honoring but much to short, for this child had taken my heart to heaven with her and I could feel no more. I felt as if I was a breathing dead woman. I could feel nothing. So many unanswered questions. God seemed to be a confusing being that couldn't make up his mind. Questions I decided would become a part of the rest of my life. Once again I prayed, for what, I know not, my hope, my miracle had been torn away from me. Myra had died after I prayed I had prayed full of faith, isn't that what was required to have prayer answered, faith. Apparently not, after all I heard a preacher once say that it wasn't about me and my amount of faith. I felt empty and full of hate at once. I knew deep inside my heart God was real it would take some time and some healing of my heart to figure out the rest.

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