A plea

A plea I wrote after the death of my precious daughter in 1994. I prayed to a #God I wasn't certain existed and wrote this in utter desperation, sitting on my closet floor, knees drawn to my chest, barely able to breathe.
For those in the early throes of grief, my heart reaches out to yours...
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Dear God,
Can you hear me?
Please, God. Do you hear my cries?
The ones that echo pain deep within my mind and heart.
She is gone, God. My little girl is dead.
And I love her so.
I've tried to pray
To seek
To beg
And still, she is gone.
I would have given my life for hers...
I do not understand.
You see, God, she left so suddenly.
Without saying good-bye...
How can it be that she has changed my life so?
How can it be that others think I should forget her so abruptly
And go on with my life?
How can I pretend that she did not exist?
I feel so very desperate for her presence.
Please, please
Tell her for me.
For I hope she is in your care.
Tell her that her beauty has left me many priceless gifts.
Tell her that I think of her
Every day, every hour, every moment.
Tell her how deeply I love and miss her, that I will never forget her.
Hold her in your arms, just for me.
Rock her gently and whisper in her ear:
Tell her that her mama aches for her, still and always.
For the only strength that remains is
in believing that You, and only You,
Can love her the way that I do...
Amen
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(c) 1996, 2008, 2012 Dr. Joanne Cacciatore
From "Dear Cheyenne"
www.Certification.MISSFoundation.org