“We lost a great soul yesterday.” How often have I heard that? How many times each and every day do you think these words are spoken around the world? As I ponder this question, I smile because I imagine the millions who have spoken these words have had the great joy of living their life with a “great one” in it. How bright life must have been with this beloved ... And how very dark it can be with their physical presence gone.
He [She] has put on invisibility.
Dear Lord, I cannot see—
But this I know, although the road ascends
And passes from my sight,
That there will be no night;
That You will take him [her] gently by the hand
And lead him [her] on
Along the road of life that never ends,
And he [she] will find it is not death but dawn.
I do not doubt that You are there as here,
And You will hold him [her] dear.