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Friday, January 13, 2012

My Mother's Flight to Heaven


My mother passed away on January 4, 2012. As family gathered for her funeral, stories were shared of her final days, hours, minutes. It was clear to me that she knew her time was coming to leave this world, and that she saw her angels gathering for the flight to heaven. 

I wrote this poem several years ago, but it is a comfort for me to read it again with the eyes of one newly touched by grief.

[update on April 27, 2015 - thinking of a very special friend this evening as I reflect on the days of his life on earth and his new life in realms above. Rest in peace Mike.]
 
Vigil of Angels

The Annunciation Angel by TITIAN

















Always ready to do His bidding
The mighty, patient one stands alongside,
With watchful, tender, gleaming eye
Knowing how to trust and judging
Not by labored breath or pain etched face
But keenly watching the soul prepare for the journey;
Growing steadily more beautiful in grace,
Fingers of earth loosening their grasp
And the hands of the trusting spirit lifting toward
God and His Remarkable Kingdom.

Wings at the ready,
Caring hands laying unseen
Upon the shoulder
Ready to gather up and fly away
When the Moment arrives
Even as other Escorts from Beyond
Gather to sing their Flight Songs
In music of mysterious strength,
Spirit-fueled, strangely-gentle,
Other-worldly calm.

At the bedside
Earth-born loved ones mix pondering thoughts—
How Death greets all with coldness
And seeming randomness
Even as baptized brows sense
The presence of winged Goodness from Beyond
And grow stronger in their earthly shells of grace
While tears mingle grief and faith
Unshed or flowing freely over
One so loved.

O Christ, Bearer of our all.
At the hour of our departing the need is great.
Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison.


For He shall give His angels 
charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways.
                                                  Ps. 91:11



Here is the stirring anthem by John Taverner, Song for Athene 

The text comes from Shakespeare's "Hamlet" and the Orthodox funeral liturgy:

Alleluia. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Alleluia. Remember me, o Lord, when you come into your kingdom.
Alleluia. Give rest, o Lord, to your handmaid who has fallen asleep.
Alleluia. The Choir of Saints have found the well-spring of life and door of paradise.
Alleluia. Life, a shadow and a dream.
Alleluia. Weeping at the grave creates the song : Alleluia.
Alleluia. Come, enjoy the rewards and crowns I have prepared for you. Alleluia.



4 comments:

  1. Nancy,
    Thank you for sharing your gifts with so many of us. Especially in these times when many of us have lost loved ones your words bring comfort.

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  2. You're are so welcome Jane. It is humbling to know my little offering is helpful here and there. Thanks be to God for that. Sunday I played "Wondrous Love" again and thought of you and your Dad. Blessings to you.

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  3. Great job,sis! Thanks for the comfort and the class you bring us.

    Jerry

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    1. You're welcome Jerry. Glad you got something out of this post these many months later. I thought of Mom's smiling face during the night. Sure miss her.

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