By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Daddy, why is heaven up above?
Dumpling, so the angels can fly,
their wings like soft downy clouds,
ever changing and evolving
as they soar above us,
watching our dreams and listening to our prayers.
Daddy, why does it rain?
Because Dumpling, angels see our troubles,
and cry for us, their tears cleansing the earth,
and helping us to wash away our fears,
our doubts that love can conquer all.
Daddy, why do we love?
Dumpling, because we find happiness in love,
because we can see the beauty in your face,
the joy you bring us in your perfect heart,
your new life and open soul.
Daddy, what’s a soul?
My little Dumpling, you,
not your body, not your thoughts but you,
who you really are on the inside,
that is your soul,
perfect and singular, without comparison.
Daddy, is the world perfect?
Dumpling, it may not seem it, but it is,
and can only be as we wish it,
as we allow it to become.
But Daddy, I don’t want war,
or people to hurt one another.
Why do people do that?
Because Dumpling, they don’t know any better,
they cannot see the beauty of love and peace.
Perhaps if they were to know you,
they would change their minds.
Daddy, I can’t stop a war.
Dumpling, your heart can do anything,
love can do anything, accomplish anything.
Put you hand on your heart Dumpling, yes like that.
Can you feel it beating?
That is love knocking on your door,
asking you to follow a life of peace,
to change a tired world, make angels cry tears of joy.
You can do all that, little one.
I love you Daddy.
I love you Dumpling, I love you too.
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