Sweet River Of Angels

No names.

No places.

Not even my original entry - but this cried to be released and this Journal is a forum for anything at all, so....take a deep breath:

His four children.  Aged 4 months to 5 years.  He took them to the bridge, to watch the river flow.  Daddy took his babies to the bridge, they watched the river flow.

Daddy took his baby, threw it over the bridge.  Threw the baby over the bridge, into the river below.  Baby flowed away in the water, gone.

Daddy took the next baby, threw it over the bridge.

Daddy took the next baby, threw it over the bridge.

Daddy took the last baby, threw it over the bridge.

Sweet river of souls, flow gentle these angels downstream to wash upon the shores someday, to be rescued but they can't be, never rescued, to be found but always lost, lost to the world lost forever, gone gone gone.  Water water water, flowing soft soft soft ... be kind be gentle great waters, there are angels in the river.  

Angels.    In.    The.     River.