For a Season
My grandfather once shared a dream from his hospital bed. He described that he had passed through the veil between this world and the next. Upon arrival he felt the impression to wait, that there he would be met by someone to guide him. Thus he sat to wait.
He said it was not the brightness nor the light that most impressed him - these he had expected. Rather, it was the level of activity, the extreme busyness with which he found himself surrounded by that most impressed him. He shared that after a little while, he left - feeling perhaps he was not yet expected.
It was not long after sharing this experience that my grandfather passed away. I can't help but ponder on his words as I'm sure he did on his experience. Were I, like him, obviously near the end of my time on earth, either confined to a bed or body failing with age, left to ponder and perhaps regret my inability to continue to contribute to my posterity,
Decide then that the time honored adage, "Rest is Peace" is flawed. And choose, of my own accord, to breathe deep one final time, lay down my mortal coil and don an immortal mantle. And there in the bright city above, labor with my elder brother, preparing the way and a place in my Father's House for those I'd loved enough to leave...
He said it was not the brightness nor the light that most impressed him - these he had expected. Rather, it was the level of activity, the extreme busyness with which he found himself surrounded by that most impressed him. He shared that after a little while, he left - feeling perhaps he was not yet expected.
It was not long after sharing this experience that my grandfather passed away. I can't help but ponder on his words as I'm sure he did on his experience. Were I, like him, obviously near the end of my time on earth, either confined to a bed or body failing with age, left to ponder and perhaps regret my inability to continue to contribute to my posterity,
Decide then that the time honored adage, "Rest is Peace" is flawed. And choose, of my own accord, to breathe deep one final time, lay down my mortal coil and don an immortal mantle. And there in the bright city above, labor with my elder brother, preparing the way and a place in my Father's House for those I'd loved enough to leave...
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