The Crystal Teddy Bear:
The Ryan White Song
You revealed to me the laughter in God eyes.
The magic of His Touch.
The mighty arm of God
was with you every day.
When I looked at you
God turned my way.
In the foyers of our lives,
lie the sitting rooms of time.
Before the fireplace we sit,
in conversations with the world.
He wept with me within my pain,
for I did not not understand what God would gain,
to let the life force ebb from you.
Was God mad, Was He insane?
You were a child, not yet a man,
a boy with adult pain.
For a while I was ashamed.
Not of you, but of God's holy name.
I was crazed with anger at the World.
In the sitting rooms of time,
no sorrow flowed from strong yet gentle eyes.
Of this God could not trust.
In the immortal eyes I saw,
a pain I could not bear.
For each suffering of a child, a woman, or a man,
echo endlessly throughout the chambers of his heart.
Why in this madness called a world,
where a child is taken home far too soon,
is beyond the comprehension of a man.
Ryan, the gifts you gave,
freely from within.
The magic that was you,
should bring the world to shame.
In the sitting rooms of time,
we came together for a while.
Too soon you were not there.
On the mantle of the flame,
a small, crystal teddy bear now sits.
The bear is happy, he is glad.
Once a part of the child's shattered glass menagerie,
the shards that he became,
were put together in your name.
Rainbows are refracted from the flame,
through the crystal teddy bear.
In the colors on the wall,
lie the mosaic called the child.
How could God have known,
to entrust his teddy bear to you?
The truth of every child,
is now captured in the chalice of the world.
Now the cries of of every child,
are heard in the violins of ryhme,
and the piano keys of rhyme.
Now the word of every child,
is swept up to the throne,
through the crystal teddy bear.
Ryan the magic that was you,
was precious to us all.
In the sitting rooms of time,
we came together for a while,
too soon you were not there.
Now on the mantle of the flame,
a small, crystal teddy bear now sits.
The bear is happy, he is glad.
He reflects the truth of every child.
On the colors on the wall,
lie the mosaic,
called the child
By:
Marion Hird
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