Upon you

Oh, somebody's little boy. Your body was lifted, lifeless. Respectfully your body was reunited with those of your older brother and your mother. 

In that picture are all the sorrows of the world exemplified. 

I am so affected by that picture. 

All life is sacred, but that of a child seems ever more precious. Perhaps that's due to my perspective as a parent. 

If I, a finite being feel this much for someone I do not know, how much more does our creator feel for us?