You had been resting quite awhile, things had not gone well. But you worried about those who could not see. All gathered round, looking, weeping, praying; some were very ill at ease. But you waited patiently for another one to come. And you were just as patient as you please.
He slipped quietly into the room an early December day. The sun was just kissing the tops of the trees. He had other appointments to keep, but he could wait awhile anyway. He walked to your bedside, sat down and took your hand. And in a gentle voice explained why you couldn't stay. Just like himself, another appointment waited; and soon you would have go away.
Your journey would not be far and the trip would be gentle like breeze.. A few steps together and up and away. A place of new beginnings, to start a brand new day. "Will I like it there?" you asked. His answer was, he really couldn't say.
Everyone's trip is different. And people are different too, so in the end; it would just be up to you. You would be the one to know whether the trip was good or bad. So, you decided, "Well, I guess we had better go."
You sat up upon your bed and remove the things that held you there. The monitors, the hoses and the like. You slipped into your clothes, which had been neatly folded out and stepped with your companion into that dark good night.
Then you were gone and no one was left but those that mourned. They thought they'd never see you anymore. Time for them will continue. But you have gone ahead of them to wait. Someday others will follow the same path as you. And there you will meet them at the door.
He slipped quietly into the room an early December day. The sun was just kissing the tops of the trees. He had other appointments to keep, but he could wait awhile anyway. He walked to your bedside, sat down and took your hand. And in a gentle voice explained why you couldn't stay. Just like himself, another appointment waited; and soon you would have go away.
Your journey would not be far and the trip would be gentle like breeze.. A few steps together and up and away. A place of new beginnings, to start a brand new day. "Will I like it there?" you asked. His answer was, he really couldn't say.
Everyone's trip is different. And people are different too, so in the end; it would just be up to you. You would be the one to know whether the trip was good or bad. So, you decided, "Well, I guess we had better go."
You sat up upon your bed and remove the things that held you there. The monitors, the hoses and the like. You slipped into your clothes, which had been neatly folded out and stepped with your companion into that dark good night.
Then you were gone and no one was left but those that mourned. They thought they'd never see you anymore. Time for them will continue. But you have gone ahead of them to wait. Someday others will follow the same path as you. And there you will meet them at the door.
Written December 11th 2014 @ 11:22. In honor of Benny Ray Smith, my nephew.
Copyright https://www.blogger.com-Russ Mears/The Rusty Bucket
I know you will miss him so, but one day that special visitor will come for us all.
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