Friday, November 19, 2021 (today’s lectionary)
Mom’s funeral will be a joyous one, I think
On that day the altar was reconsecrated with songs, harps, flutes, and cymbals. All the people adored and praised Heaven.
At Mom’s visitation last night we found ourselves happy. Happy to remember her life, happy to see each other, our friends and family, happy just to be alive and know that Mom is watching. I see her cute crafty smile, her sweet benevolent smile, her joyful quiet smile. I see those smiles peeking around every corner, at the funeral home, in her now empty (at least of her physicality) house, driving here and there.
I know the funeral will be more of the same, and so I am glad to share Clarence’s poem with you. Life is good, life goes on, nothing can hurt or harm us in the arms of God.
remind me again of my goodness,
that I am enough,
that I am part of your beauty,
that I belong,
that I help make the universe complete.
Good morning God,
master lover,
mischief maker,
tease me out of my comfort zone,
to become vulnerable enough to
encounter your love in a new way,
to let go of my delusions of self-importance and control,
to grow in freedom,
to trust you again.
Good morning God,
to another glorious day,
where in your love
we shine again. – Clarence Heller
(1 Maccabees 4, 1 Chronicles 29, John 10, Luke 19)
(posted at www.davesandel.net)
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