My friend wrote the following “Reflections” to his friend John, upon the passing of his mother:
The cherished memories of your mother will fill the hole in your heart, over time.
Until then, may these “Reflections” provide peace for your heart,
assured that she now rests in the palm of God’s hand:
“We are fearfully and wonderfully made in the Image and Likeness of God.”
We don’t have a soul. We are a soul. We have a body. – C. S. Lewis
We are spiritual beings, expressed through humanity – a sort of temporal parentheses, midst eternity.
Our humanity is a mere transport for our spiritual being. That is the irrefutable, absolute Truth.
Truth that our spirit is like a ship, sailing from view over the horizon,
only to see the welcoming embrace
of the outstretched arms of the Redemptive Cross on the other shore,
along with family and friends of previous passing, enjoying the companionship of God.
Shakespeare asks, “What dreams may come, when we shed this mortal coil?”
The Incarnation answers,
“And God so loved the world, that He sent His only Son, so that all who believe in Him,
Shall not perish, but have eternal life” – and eternity of Peace, Comfort, and Joy.
For “God makes all things new. No more death, nor pain, nor tears.”
There is no value to question why God takes anyone, at any time.
“How inscrutable His judgments. How unsearchable His ways.”
We can take great solace in Psalm 116: “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.”
Believing the above truth allows comfort to replace grief, when it’s time to say, “Auf Wiedersehen” –
“Until we meet again”. Perhaps, in the quiet stillness of the night you may hear your mother pray:
“When I come to the end of the day, and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long, and not with your head bowed low,
Remember the loved we once shared – miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take, and each must go alone.
It’s all part of the Maker’s plan – a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the friends we know.
And bury your sorrows at doing good deeds. Miss me, but let me go.”
Edgar Albert Guest
With compassion, sympathy, and certainty, I pray,
“May God hold your mother and your heart, in the Palm of His Hand.”