When I asked God how I could hold my empty arms and carry what isn�t there, this is what he said: Rest. Rest and let me remember you. I loved you then and I love you now. I made you full and whole. I made you laughter and noise, busy and quiet. But most of all I made you holy and I named you �My Love�. Rest, My Love and let your arms be filled; I am �The Gentlest of Cradlings�.