Grace comes unbidden...
Her soft Presence comforts in the
coldest dawn and darkest night,
coldest dawn and darkest night,
and sits with us when we are broken,
beaten down by the "life game"...
She is the antidote for an aching heart
and struggling body...
and struggling body...
She hears your silent tears...
and walks with you...
and walks with you...
Grace brings you love and kindness
to endure the crosswinds that bite...
to endure the crosswinds that bite...
Grace comes...
to bind the wounds from those
who tried to suffocate your voice,
who tried to kill your spirit...
who tried to suffocate your voice,
who tried to kill your spirit...
She softens the heart
and clears the pain from your vision...
and clears the pain from your vision...
She is always with us,
even in the death of the body.
She is "the beautiful woman sitting on
the fence," come to take you "home."
or to your next "journey" - wherever
that may be...
even in the death of the body.
She is "the beautiful woman sitting on
the fence," come to take you "home."
or to your next "journey" - wherever
that may be...
She is singing your homing call...
There is nothing to do but surrender
and let Grace sing her song of Love
to your weary heart...
and let Grace sing her song of Love
to your weary heart...
Listen...
Mystic Meandering
April 8, 2021
April 8, 2021
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The reference to"the beautiful woman on the fence"
is something my mother experienced during her
dying process 3 1/2+ years ago...
Hospice said she was hallucinating, but we knew
she was "seeing."
She saw a beautiful woman sitting on the fence out her window,
at the top of a small incline. On many occasions she said:
"the beautiful woman on the fence
has come to take me on my next journey."
is something my mother experienced during her
dying process 3 1/2+ years ago...
Hospice said she was hallucinating, but we knew
she was "seeing."
She saw a beautiful woman sitting on the fence out her window,
at the top of a small incline. On many occasions she said:
"the beautiful woman on the fence
has come to take me on my next journey."
Grace Comes...
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Photo - blurred section of a painting
by Rod MacIver
by Rod MacIver
It was a profound moment of Grace somewhat similar but a different scene to what my mom experienced the year she unexpectedly passed away. At the time, I thought it was likely a hallucination and wish I had not told her so.
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