Winds

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.

Often I meet someone and instantly a vision or word comes to me and I feel I have known that person forever. It is amazing as I ponder where the thoughts derive and how they reach me at just the moment needed. Words of encouragement or assurance the person is visible, cared for and loved. I wonder if it warms their heart as much as it warms mine?

Sometimes it is the opposite and dire news. One day, at a sleepover in the fifth grade, restless, waking every few minutes with the thought someone in the family had passed away, I told my friend I needed to go home. Yes, mother informed my great-grandfather was no longer with us as I entered the front door. (Although curious as to why I was home.) This was a first death experience and I could not look upon his body. I could not turn my thoughts towards death and whisked away the truth about life.

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Me in the chair with Great-Grandpa
I was the sibling who was not afraid of  people in the nursing home. I barely knew my great-grandfather but I had great affection. A deep bond of silence between us that rocks my mind still. I contemplate if our thoughts were exchanged without words, he just as eager to welcome me into his world?

Psalm 23:4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,

“Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are better things ahead than any we leave behind.”  ~ C.S. Lewis

Fear lurks around corners
in the shadows,
behind the flickering candle
stands the tallest mountain.

Stand at the grave
peer within
notice the white rose
wither and begin again.

 

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