For the dead, still close. And for the living… (thank you, Brian Cole)
A Meeting In A Part – by Wendell Berry
In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed,
grown strange to what I was.
Yet I, the changed one,
ask: “How you been?”
He grins and looks at me.
“I been eating peaches
off some mighty fine trees.”
I had such a dream this week. She met me in a doorway, filling the space like a picture frame. Her presence took my breath, her gentle hold gathered me in comfort.
As if it were yesterday- she was the same in image and presence. For a moment I was filled with the familiar – deep love and possibility. Then only too soon our differences were realized. I welcomed her reminder that all is well both in my world as in hers.
These dreams/visits are gifts. They shed the burden of time leaving the dreamer and the dreamed held in a moment meant only for them. A moment free of grief’s heavy weight or the cautious stretch to ‘remember when’.
I had such a dream this week. It left me grateful for the gift of memories and of healing enabled by time.
For all who have known the loss of loved ones-may you find comfort in such dreams.
Beautiful dream-poem by W. Berry and an equally beautiful prose-sharing by you, Carrie. Both are “keepers” to read again and to share with others. Thank you.
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Thank you, Gerry. Many blessings this Thanksgiving.
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Reblogged this on progressiveredneckpreacher and commented:
This was really touching to me, as I grieve the loss of my wife. Thanksgiving 13 years ago was when I first started to fall for her. This beautiful image by Rev. Craig so speaks to my heart.
Micah
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Thank you, Micah.
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