The petals danced in the wind.
Pale, pink blossoms showering the yard.
Images of Anne of Green Gables
The White Way of Delight flutter through my mind.
I want to hold it.
If we choose.
I may have missed the significance;
closed my eyes to what needed to be seen.
We dash through life.
Event to event.
Attempts to numb pain.
Create a rush.
Rare do we pause;
until moments like this;
create the occasion to see.
The magnitude of loss; still present,
the waiting on ct scans and organic transition still there.
But for a moment.
Time stood still.
The holy touched the earth.
Something greater than myself spoke life and
breath into the deepest place in my being.
A moment that transcended this life as we know it.
Give unto the the glory due unto his name: bring an offering, and come before him: worship the in the beauty of holiness.