Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2015 9:40:27 GMT -6
Time to Adore
And when I die
I hope my soul ascends
slowly, so that I
may watch the earth receding
out of sight,
its vastness growing smaller as I rise,
savoring its recession with delight.
Anticipating joy is itself a joy.
And joy unspeakable
and full of glory needs more
than “in the twinkling of an eye,”
more than “in a moment.”
Lord, who am I to disagree?
It’s only we have much to leave behind;
so much … Before.
These moments of transition
will, for me,
be time to adore.
Ruth Graham.
As my 90 year old uncle prepares to leave this world, his daughter posted this lovely poem, thoughts I have thought, not me but those you leave behind.
I think you can feel when time is short, I know my mother knew, and then there is the surrender, tired of the fight, you let go.
And when I die
I hope my soul ascends
slowly, so that I
may watch the earth receding
out of sight,
its vastness growing smaller as I rise,
savoring its recession with delight.
Anticipating joy is itself a joy.
And joy unspeakable
and full of glory needs more
than “in the twinkling of an eye,”
more than “in a moment.”
Lord, who am I to disagree?
It’s only we have much to leave behind;
so much … Before.
These moments of transition
will, for me,
be time to adore.
Ruth Graham.
As my 90 year old uncle prepares to leave this world, his daughter posted this lovely poem, thoughts I have thought, not me but those you leave behind.
I think you can feel when time is short, I know my mother knew, and then there is the surrender, tired of the fight, you let go.
