My uncle’s funeral was today. Some things get easier with
practice. Not funerals.
Funerals, of course, remind us of our own mortality, of the
fragility of life. It is especially confronting to say “So long” to someone who
has been part of your life since birth. Again, not something that gets easier with practice.
On days like this, my faith, my family’s faith, is a blessing
beyond description. The promise of salvation is the only way this
day could be remotely bearable.
It is late. I am tired.
So I leave you with this…a poem that was read at the funeral
of each of my maternal grandparents.
The poem speaks of death being a passage, not an end...change, not finalit
That resonates with me today.
Rest well, Uncle John. We will see you again.
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And
one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the
bar,
When
I put out to sea,
But such a tide as
moving seems asleep,
Too
full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the
boundless deep
Turns
again home.
Twilight and
evening bell,
And
after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of
farewell,
When
I embark;
For tho' from out
our bourne of Time and Place
The
flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When
I have crossed the bar.
We will talk again
tomorrow…
BP
I’m participating with The Nester in 31 Days of Examining My Heart.
This is Day 23.
You can find all 31 Dayers here.
There are so many wonderful topics.
If you miss any days in the series, you can find the introduction and
each day's post here.
Beth Painter is a writer and motivational speaker. You can follow her on Facebook on the “Think Big focus small” page.
Beth
is available to speak to your group about how to make your dreams and desires
come to life!
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