…we are reflections of each other, focusing our energies of what is most immediate, most precious, most life-giving, as we mature together.
I died and went to heaven, and as the…holy fog cleared, I noticed I was wearing an apron…And when he looked up, I recognized his face as Jesus.
Now that he is buried, I don’t know where to start…like I’m standing within reach of the merry-go-round yet can’t find the timing to climb back on
So hug me now while we can. Give me a mischievous wink, a warm, welcoming smile, a reassuring hand on the shoulder.
There comes a point where we let go completely…of trying to remember, of paying attention, of doing.