Dying is a gradual
diminishing and final vanishing over the horizon of life.
When we watch a sailboat leaving port and moving toward the horizon,
it becomes smaller and smaller until we can no longer see it.
But we must trust that someone is standing on a faraway shore seeing
that same sailboat
become larger and larger until it reaches its new harbor.
Death is a painful loss. When we return to our homes after a burial,
our hearts are in grief.
But when we think about the One standing at the other shore eagerly
waiting to welcome
our beloved friend into a new home, a smile can break through our tears.
Travelling With the
Eyes of God
Travelling - seeing
new sights, hearing new music, and meeting new people -
is exciting and exhilarating.
But when we have no home to return to where someone will ask us,
"How was your trip?" we might be less eager to go.
Travelling is joyful when we travel with the eyes and ears of those who
who want to see our slides and hear our stories.
This is what life is about.
It is being sent on a trip by a loving God, who is waiting at home for
and is eager to watch the slides we took and hear about the friends we
When we travel with the eyes and ears of the God who sent us, we will
see wonderful sights,
hear wonderful sounds, meet wonderful people ...
and be happy to return home.
As the mother's womb holds us for ten months, making us ready,
not for the womb itself, but for life,
just so, through our lives, we are making ourselves ready for another birth...
Therefore look forward without fear to that appointed hour-
the last hour of the body, but not of the soul...
That day, which you fear as being the end of all things,
is the birthday of your eternity.
Trying to capture those last moments of a loved one’s earthly journey.
as life hangs precariously
in the balance.
for memory’s succour.
as death waits menacingly
in the wings
as angels sing triumphantly
their welcome song
Releasing into realms unknown
When I am Gone
Death is nothing at all -
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
let it be spoken without effect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was;
there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near, just round the corner.
And all is well.
Holland ~ 1847-1918
Canon of St.
Paul's Cathedral ~ London. UK
It is not darkness you are going to,
for God is Light.
It is not lonely,
for Christ is with you.
It is not unknown country,
for Christ is there.