Poem by R.L. Sharpe

Isn't it strange how princes and kings,
and clowns that caper in sawdust rings,
and common people, like you and me,
are builders for eternity?

Each is given a list of rules;
a shapeless mass; a bag of tools.
And each must fashion, ere life is flown,
A stumbling block, or a Stepping-Stone.




Each of us comes to earth and endures the trials of life. We see others go through various situations with illness, death, divorce, or the untimely loss of loved ones.

I attended a viewing this evening for a precious little baby girl who lived fourteen months. Her parents knew she would be their child for as long as Heavenly Father allowed their daughter to linger. She was their first child too, her health problems eventually took her from them.

My compassion for them and the love I have for them and their little girl seemed to help them know how (us), their friends and family are there for them and bear their grief with them. We are to bear one another's burdens. I came away grateful for my own trials. A person feels so helpless at times like this on how to comfort those going through the most difficult time they have ever had to endure. It is part of life.