17 ANGELS

I pray that as soon as each one of those 17 angels took their last breaths, Jesus took them by the hand and led them straight to heaven.

I pray that in their last moments, they were spared torture and pain, and felt only the warmth and immense love of Jesus, as heavenly angels surrounded them and their souls left this earth.

I pray for the loved ones who are left behind to live without those 17 angels. I pray for deep inner strength to somehow . . . someway . . . burst out of their core so they can go on . . . . and live. . . and not merely survive.

I pray all their loved ones find solace and comfort knowing those 17 angels were taken straight to heaven and are now resting with the Almighty Father, laying their heads in His lap and sitting at His feet. They are well taken care of and all will be reunited again one day.

I pray their loved ones will see those 17 angels in their dreams and feel their presence in every room of every house and in every song they loved to sing. I pray their memories live on and never fade.

I pray for any and everyone who was touched by those 17 beautiful souls, both when they were here . . . and now, when they are not.

I pray God didn’t take those 17 souls for nothing. I pray this was not in vain. I pray something good and lovely and beautiful and positive and wonderful will be birthed from these ashes. I pray beauty will rise.

I pray humanity will have humility and empathy and a greater awareness, knowledge and love of God. I pray love will always reign supreme.

I pray for all who were ever lost too soon. All who didn’t get to grow and live and make a difference and experience life and love and family.

I pray that though those 17 angels aren’t here anymore, they are remembered for the joy and laughter and love they gave while on earth. I know they’re all having a ball with God and His angels and with each other right now. I just know it.