"I was just dreaming about white birds."
My dear brother, Jonathon, brightly greeted me with these words, sharing comfort and love, not sadness, as I entered his room for our last visit together. He so bravely faced ALS, his faith in God strong and steady. When asked how he bore such suffering for so long with such quiet dignity, he simply said, "by God's grace." As was his sweet nature, he lovingly gifted each of his "dear ones" with one last shared joyous embrace in this life.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Oak Trees
What Grand Oaks are these!
Standing together, we breath.
Forest shadows grow long,
we must move on.
Night falls,
we are gone.
At dawn, the Grand Oaks delight,
they greet again the light.
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