Bubble Wishes

Cassandra Michelle Bess

1-23-96/7-1-98

by: Leanne S. Underwood/ Pippin
©Copyright 1998

An child sits in Heaven
With bubbles all around,
Listening to the wishes
From loved ones on the ground.

For bubbles are the vessels
In which our wishes rise
All the way to Heaven
Beyond our mortal cries.

We often look to Heaven
In times of grief and sorrow,
Crying for the answers
To guide us through tomorrow.

Our wishes turn to bubbles
When tears fall from our eyes,
They drift upon a memory,
And soar up through the skies.

When the child pricks the bubbles
Our wishes she does hear.
She whispers them to Jesus,
The answers are so clear.

She smiles and says "We Love You,
The four of us, you see,
God the father, Jesus the son,
The Holy Spirit and Me!".

"We wait for you together
In this peaceful Heavenly Land,
And you'll be coming too one day,
When God takes you by the hand."