ABBA’S CLEANSING TEARS

ABBA’S CLEANSING TEARS
 

Hold her lightly,

breathe Your healing moonbeams
into her bones and muscles
and 
soothe her parched heart
with the oils of quietness
and tenderness.
 
Transmute into her core
the sacrament of gratitude and the
opportunity to grieve;
and fill her
entire body with 
feathers of hope and
awareness of the Great Mercy
awaiting each of us
in our respective turn,
now, Richard,
later,
one of us.
 
Meanwhile,
grief does its mystical dance,
wearing through 
the stronghold of every
last resistance and 
every sliver of hope,
baptizing both
body and soul.
 
Flow on Great Dark River.
Unleash your power to
nourish and to kill.
 
We say YES to Your
order and chaos
that make a Greater Whole
than we can understand,
than we can tolerate.
 
We wait in our 
Upper Room of grief
and unknowing.
We say Yes when
ten thousand No’s 
peek
through the dark clouds.
 
We remain anchored
in a mighty storm.
Soon, ever so soon,
the muggy sky will be cleansed
with Abba’s cleansing tears.
 
Meanwhile,
because we long
for meaning in all things,
we participate in the 
mystery of Something
merging from 
a screaming silence.  
To Jolene, 
who waited beside her beloved Richard
who graduated from hospice.
Hal Edwards
Wauconda
Thursday, July 25, 2013

GRIEF AND GRATITUDE

GRIEF AND GRATITUDE

 

Grief and gratitude

will always be

very dependable

friends.

 

United in

their opposites,

they seamlessly

realize,

connect and

transform

past, present and future

through their

slowly refining

grist

of time,

self-discovery

and

trust in the

Mystery

of Great Mercy.

 

Our work

is to 

embrace

the opposites,

live now,

take the next step,

honor uncertainty,

receive

and 

remain awake.

TODAY, SIX YEARS AGO

TODAY, SIX YEARS AGO

She absolutely adored her four children;
she thrived on being
with her beloved grandchildren.
Until the very end of her life
their presence
filled her with
energy, vibrancy and joy.

I shall always remember
the sparkle on her face
when she
heard the lively
voices of Lib, Rachel, Sam, Joanna.

Little did we know.
Thirty days after this phone call….

I took a bathroom break
and stopped to chat briefly
with a friend whose son
has been in the hospital
for weeks.
He slept on the couch
in the waiting room.

One of my children
rushed to me and
we hurried back
to Betsy’s room.

She left us
in the middle of a
pizza party.

The whole world
became surreal.
Exhausted and faithfully present,
our four children
and dear friends
witnesses time warp
as she took her leave
from our physical world.

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