This morning I heard, distantly, a neighbour family arguing about getting ready for a 4 of July ecursion. Apparently some things had been misplaced, they were running late, an you know how that goes.
And I felt such a deep feeling of warmth for them. I wanted them to have a good day, to live the freedom of a holiday that is itself about freedom.
I loved them, and getting to the point where I could love them like that, all I can say is that it's worth it.
Cancer has given me the freedom to love.
How about that?
In the poem below, the expression 'in ordinary' is an archaic British navel term used to describe a ship that has been withdrawn from service for maintenance or disposal.
Likewise, 'the breakers' are ship-breakers, or salvagers.
These are days of diamond lights,
so precious to my aching heart
and soothing with the warm delights
from a loving God who plays His part.
Dying takes one from the flow,
in ordinary by a quiet shore
where the comings, to and fro,
are watched through a closing door.
There is such sparkle in the bustle,
a sheen of holy, not discerned
by those whose life is all the hustle,
but they still receive a grace unearned.
At last, as I await the breakers,
I find love for the children of my Maker.
An illustration to go along with this comes from J. M. W. Turner, The Fighting Temeraire, Tugged To Her Last Berth To Be Broken Up.
Music from The Carpenters, with Only Yesterday.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.