I tried to get through Mass today without crying, though I don't know why [probably that responsibility trait], which I did...though I choked back some tears during a few songs. I prayed for my father-in-law's heart to breathe, to find air, to find life.
I am now facing the rest of the day...and I am at a loss.
Tired with sorrow,
tired with grief,
tired with strength.
"Come to me,
all you who labor and are heavy burdened,
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you,
for my yoke is easy,
and my burden light."
Pierced.
My heart feels pierced while I try to work to pass the time.
And I thought,
"I thought I had moved on from this.
I though I was healing.
I thought I was moving forward.
I thought I was ready for life,
for what comes next.
But right now, I don't ever want to move forward."
That's not true.
It's not true that I don't want to "ever"
move forward;
it's just that I didn't think forward
would sting -
I didn't think possibility
would pierce -
forward seems like
leaving something behind,
or lugging it as baggage behind you.
I don't want that.
I want my burden to be light.
I want to carry light.
I want to carry Dan's light with me into the future,
pressing on further into God's light -
(finally) letting him show me the way,
leading.
Accepting Dan as light,
recognizing him as light
is when I feel most light,
most loved, most free.
He was so heavy.
When he would sleep,
I swear every part of his body
felt ten times heavier.
He was so grounded,
So "of the earth,"
So sensory.
For that reason, it was hard to imagine him in heaven.
[Not that I thought he'd gone to hell, but where? where could he be?]
Then God showed me Dan,
transformed by love,
through love,
for love,
receiving his crown for his love.
and this fit.
Transformed Dan: by love, through love -
the corruptible replaced with the incorruptible - LIGHT,
fully formed, at rest, at peace, HOME.
He is not what he was.
He is what we will become -
should we choose the path of transformation and light,
by way of the Cross.
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