He Is Risen

He is risen

He is risen indeed

Friday’s grave

Brought victory

Agony of death

An ugly cross

The feeling like

All hope is lost

As she mourned

And went to find

The face she loved

Just one more time

He wasn’t there

Fear hit her heart

Wasn’t death enough?

This is worse by far

The part that was left

Of Jesus her Lord

Was stolen from her

Can’t take much more

Sir, where is Jesus?

Have you placed him somewhere?

Please give me a clue

I must go there

Mary, Mary

Do not cry

It is I, I am here

Death is a lie

Go tell my friends

I’m alive and well

I’ve conquered death

The grave and hell

Evil lost its power

When it thought it had won

I crushed its head

When I said “It is done!”

My death was the way

For you to now live

Rejoice and be glad

See what I did?

No grave could keep me

No devil defeat me

My love did not fail you

Mercy has saved you

Believe what I say

Look into my eyes

Because I have risen

No more goodbyes

You’re my beloved

My precious lamb

Let peace fill your heart

We’ll meet again

Deeply connected

As intimate friends

Forever and ever

This love has no end

You are mine and

I am yours

Hold on to this hope

And weep no more

Sharing Life with Mom

Each day comes
With thoughts and news
Little things
To bring to you

Like gathering flowers
Picked as I go
I gathered them up
Waiting to show you

Funny or sad
Mundane or rare
Our daily existence
Always shared

Hearts intertwined
An unparalleled linked
Your fabric is mine
What I feel and think

A part of each other
Mother and child
Deepest connection
Melded for life

Agony now
Torn and raw
But enemy death
You are horribly wrong

This sacred love
It cannot die
It lives despite you
Separation’s a lie

Eternally bonded
My mother and me
Soon back together
You wait and see

I’ll be there with her
In paradise, home
Life everlasting
I’ll know and be known

Closer than ever
Death just a door
Into a new realm
More than before

Nearness unshackled
By sin and shame
Two souls communing
My loss is my gain

Only a breath
Between here and there
Until then collecting
Flowers to share

I’m gathering up, Mom
What I know you would like
How my family’s doing
What I’ve done with my life

You told me to write
To enjoy each new day
Good things are coming
You always would say

Grandchildren will bless you
Retirement, too
You and Daryl will prosper
You’ll see it’s true

Mama, I’ll cherish
Your words and your heart
Our special connection
Will carry me far

You’re now there waiting
To share with me
Your daily existence
In a land that is free

Unfettered devotion
Unexplainable love
You long to tell me
What it’s like up above

How Jesus has loved you
Just like I said
How every heartache
Every pain, every dread

Was gone in an instant
When you saw His face
Entering heaven
A miraculous place

I’ll be there shortly
My mother, dear friend
We’ll be together
Sharing life once again

June 20, 2021

Her Light

When she died I died. Not literally, but in many ways.

The light went out. The light that had kept me warm.

Night and day that light was there to shine on me, bringing love and joy and encouragement.

And now it’s gone dark. But not literally.

In reality, her light is shining brighter than ever in a place where there is no night.

No shadow. No darkness at all.

Just light.

Where her light is subsumed in that greater light.

Of God.

Of love.

For a time I can no longer feel its warmth. That light that was with me all my life.

But it still glows. Ever brighter and clearer and fuller.

Just not here.

With me.

Which is all I can see.

So darkness hovers.

Just there.

Haunting.

Taunting.

Tempting to despair.

Her light would show me a better way. Even now.

Look up.

Can you glimpse her light there?

Somewhere?

Just out of reach.

Behind the veil.

Of tears.

And time.

This life of mine.

Treading on in spite of the absence of that light.

That love.

It’s left me.

But above it shines. So bright.

And one day that light will shine on me again.