Jesus spoke all these things to the crowd in parables; he did not say anything to them without using a parable. So was fulfilled what was spoken through the prophet:
“I will open my mouth in parables,
I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world.”
Beautiful Riddle
Emilie Alyse, what a mystery,
You, dear child, are a beautiful riddle.
You've left us here, left us with questions,
For you, sweet girl, are a beautiful riddle.
Even your name, Industrious and Noble,
Emilie Alyse, is a beautiful riddle.
Just like the disciples, we don’t understand this parable,
We need Jesus, little one, to explain this beautiful riddle.
We miss you so dearly, while we await the final answer,
To you, Precious Babe, and your beautiful riddle.
We love you, Emilie Alyse.
We love you, Beautiful Riddle.
~Written by Uncle Kevin ~ April 2011
1 comment:
Kristin... I just want you to know how much I admire you... pray for you... tell Kevin that was an incredible, touching, and perfectly written poem. I'm a basket case every time I read your blog... but that helps puts things in perspective with the stupid little things in life. Love ya, girl.
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