We walk up two by two
To kiss, kneel, bow, touch
We give reverence
In our own beautiful way
Gestures of love
Gestures of gratitude
A ten-foot cross carved from two logs
Sturdy, thick, chiseled with care
I offer my hand, kneel with bowed head
Return to my pew
I take in others’ movements of grace
I see the elderly man move slowly
Feet guided by his cane and wife.
Leaning forward, unsteady
He kisses the smooth wood
As if he were kissing the feet of Jesus.
Tears wet my cheeks
I catch my breath
This elderly man
Married to my mother
Loves Jesus even more than he loves his wife
And he would give his life for her.
Hard to believe I wrote this five years ago. My step-dad has been gone from this world for over a year now. We are all carrying our own crosses, looking for light and finding it when we let go. My prayer for you, my wish, my intention…is that during this Easter Season you find a bit of joy. It’s there, down deep in your heart, you just have to be open to finding it.
If you are up for more…check out today’s blog on my website… www.mamaneedsarefill.com, http://www.mamaneedsarefill.com/2012/04/fridays-free-refill-one-scare/.