When the mind is the only mirror
In which you can see her face,
You worry the image will fade
Or time may erase
What’s left of your vibrant girl
What’s left of your old world
What’s left of your hopes and dreams
What’s left of your plans and schemes….
But then it slowly dawns
That her life goes on
And the closer you draw to the Lord
The closer the threefold cord
Between you and Him and her….
You wonder what she’s doing
In the land above,
Is it her happy dance
And the sharing of untamed love?
Free now from disease and decay
However much I experience dis-ease today
Free from sorrow and sadness
However much I lack my usual gladness…
If life is all grace then it’s not about what’s fair
Her 32 years were rich and devil may care
So I thank our Lord for all that time,
And think now how best to spend mine.
The daughter can be mother to the man
And so I reflect on how I am
And I can best be
A vessel, a mirror of her love and joy and harmony.
March 26 2012