CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith for the Years of Winter… ©
The rain is steady and hard this morning, and promises to be that way all day. We are going to drive two hours for a family mini-reunion. Given the realities of age and distance, it will be the last time we see some of those folks who have been so important to us for so long. It makes me think of this little “poem” I wrote as a “daily” poem last February…
We bought the final place today.
Not the one that’s in the ground.
called our final resting place.
The one just before it.
The place where life is pleasant,
“not far from the pool,”
where no little children pester,
or memories intrude.
It’s surely “close to shopping”
and far from all that matters.
the place to wind it down
until we hurt so much
we are willing to move on…
John Robert McFarland
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