It has been a milestone week. On
Saturday one of my daughters was married. On Tuesday my mother
breathed her last breath. And I was privileged to be present for both
events. Life is so full of sacred and holy moments. Indeed, all of
life is sacred and holy. On the day that my Mom died, as I sat
quietly next to her bed watching her breath, knowing that her time on
this earth was drawing to a close, I wrote a poem. I share it with
you now.
Letting Go
From near and far we gather
In person or in prayer
Keeping watch beside her bed
As she slips beyond our reach
We hold her hand and speak of love
With words and tears and silence
The Mystery unfolding
Through the language of our hearts
In this holy time and place
Surrounded by the sacred
We practice letting go
Into love - always into love
(in loving memory of my Mom - Lenore
Lynn)
I am so grateful
for the support I have experienced from my congregation. You have
held me in love and prayer. You have made it easy for me to take the
time I need to be present in this time of letting go. Thank you.
- Pastor Roger
(keeping my feet firmly planted in
the flow)
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