Chronic Suicide Support

My eighty three year old aunt, my only surviving relative, sent me this. She said that she came across it while cleaning out her attic.
    She told me that I wrote it for my fourth grade religion class; forty -five years ago. I was nine years old. I had forgotten it, both the poem and it's God.
    I read it now and I long for the time when I could talk to God as I do in this poem/prayer.
    I want it back; this way of talking to God; before I was angry with Him; before I knew so much about Him.                   



                                        Goodnight God.

I hope you are having
a good time being the world.

I like the world very much
I'm glad you made the plants
and trees survive all the storms
and lightning and thunder- the
rain and dark clouds that cover up the sun.

When summer is nearly over
the leaves begin to fall.

I love You that You have a good time
being the world.

I like how You feel around
everyone in the world.
God, I am very happy that
I live in You.
Your arms hug us around the world.
I like You and your friends.
Every time I open my eyes
I see the gleaming sun.
I like the animals - the deer and the dolphins
and us creatures of the world,
the mammals.
I love Sissy, Cindy, Mike and Joseph.
I love my dear friends.

Thank you for having a good time
being the world.

Good night God.

That was wonderful gcb.... Thanks for sharing it....


Peace &  :ht:,
Jenni

it's beautiful...it reminds me of the innocence of being a kid and the wonder of all the things in the world...i wish i could have that...