Awakening a Keen Observer

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Looking up

When I was young
we got a call
in the middle of the night.
my mother wept for her father
held her Bible and wept
and said, oh no oh no....

When I was older
we got a call
and we went to his side
my daddy...
he smiled and he talked
blessed me with pride
and we held his hand
it's ok... go.

When I was older
we got a call
as church was starting
Christmas eve.
I got there to find
she had already gone
but with a sigh and 'mmm that's good'.

Now don't be sad
with the telling of stories
of passing of people who've gone
Their memory lives in us
and through us and with us.
and this we believe
every day.

God abides
Bobbie Giltz McGarey


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