I hope you sit next to Jesus,
both of you on the mossy river bank,
and dip your perfect, straight bare toes
in the warm, bright water.
I hope you tell Him those memories
you told us over and over as
too many things went dim.
I hope, sitting next to Him, you see
why they mattered so very much.
I hope His presence somehow
fills the ache of the city-girl stranger
on her father-in-law's farm.
I hope He celebrates your secret triumphs
and soothes your secret griefs.
I hope you watch His grace
fill all the fissures of your mistakes and wrongs.
I hope you have forgotten all the forgetting.
I hope your hands are expert as ever--
shaping shirts and biscuits and the very best apple pie--
only without having to be perfect.
I hope you ask a thousand questions of how things work.
I hope heaven has clouds piled high
over green fields, alive with glory's colors,
and I hope you've always someone
to admire them with.
Singing--there's singing and I hope,
somehow, that your soprano is the same--
and your smile's saucy lift to one side.
I hope you laugh and laugh
and nothing is ever terrible again.
both of you on the mossy river bank,
and dip your perfect, straight bare toes
in the warm, bright water.
I hope you tell Him those memories
you told us over and over as
too many things went dim.
I hope, sitting next to Him, you see
why they mattered so very much.
I hope His presence somehow
fills the ache of the city-girl stranger
on her father-in-law's farm.
I hope He celebrates your secret triumphs
and soothes your secret griefs.
I hope you watch His grace
fill all the fissures of your mistakes and wrongs.
I hope you have forgotten all the forgetting.
I hope your hands are expert as ever--
shaping shirts and biscuits and the very best apple pie--
only without having to be perfect.
I hope you ask a thousand questions of how things work.
I hope heaven has clouds piled high
over green fields, alive with glory's colors,
and I hope you've always someone
to admire them with.
Singing--there's singing and I hope,
somehow, that your soprano is the same--
and your smile's saucy lift to one side.
I hope you laugh and laugh
and nothing is ever terrible again.
"I hope you have forgotten all the forgetting." How poignant and how beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI prize the specificity of "shirts and biscuits and the very best apple pie" and the expert portraiture of "your smile's saucy lift to one side."
A very moving poem-prayer.