My Stone Children,
Cast in the battle between life and death,
Hear you whispering about fear,
Fear of the warm, sweet earth,
Covering your bones
Like a blanket of snow...

They smile,
Showing a rare emotion,
Not understanding,
How you can fear that gentle peace,
That final release into the long cold night...

Death,
Their only freind,
That dares to walk in the Garden
Unchallenged-
A lap they gladly sit upon,
A hand they refuse to let go of...
They see you cringe,
Hear you whimper
That you are unworthy of heaven,
And fear Hell-

Their eyes twinkle with mirth,
For their hell
was their existence on Earth-
And
They don't believe in heaven,
Or happiness,
Or love.

They believe only in the Garden.
The strength of the stone walls that protects them.
The trees with the long high branches,
Places they can climb and hide in,
So nobody can see the scars
Where their souls were ripped from their bodies,
And beatened, bruised, and torn in pieces...
A place where the fountains are free of blood
And run clear and pure...

Why would my children fear death?
It is life that leaves them
Trembling in the dark-
Empty promises and false words
That has destroyed their faith...

These children don't fear your Death-
He is welcome here.
You however,
Are not...