“I’m not going anywhere you
can’t find me.”
Grandfather to grandson
Belfast (movie)
Navigating
Too many people have
been called home lately--
(Probably no more than usual.)
But this is family --
by blood and by choice.
A neighbor once shared
a dream of being so
heart-struck by divine love
that she knew it wasn’t
meant for the living --
but a taste of some future
that might sustain her present.
So I tend to apprehend
the afterlife as a state –
not a place. No right hands,
no crowns no thrones,
just reunion -- a returning
to what we have been
restless for since birth.
And the suns and moons
we know and carry,
when salted with loss,
open propinquity --
that hint of heart-struck --
and where our loves
truly abide.
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Martha T. Terrell
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Propinquity…wow….that is a word that popped in the midst of how loss brings reality of eternity into our midst.
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