Where Are You Going?

A couple of weeks ago, my father died. He was a man of prayer, a man who taught his children to pray, who always had an eye to eternity! He told us many stories; one of his stories included: If a bird flew over a mountain every thousand years and dropped one feather on the mountain, when the mountain was finally crushed by the number of feathers that the thousand year bird had dropped, eternity, heaven would have just begun! He was a man with huge spiritual leanings. He was a great dad. He spent his last 3 years diagnosed as a quadriplegic. While he sometimes got a little grumpy about his condition, (not being able to even scratch his head or chin, relying on others for all his care) he never complained or asked ‘Why me?’ This was a man who worked so many long hours every day to support his family, who was used to being on the go, who loved life and yet spent his final years mostly stuck in bed. I love that he directed all his life so as to live eternity with the good Lord…

Where Are You Going?

There on the paved face
Of a sphere

That spins while racing
Swift orbits

Around a flawless star
Suspended in a black universe

There you are
Sitting in your car

Staring at a red light
To watch the change

That you might move your foot
And be off to the next light

Where are you really going
Without a thought

To what might be waiting
After all the lights

And after all the goings
When all that’s left is you

Sitting there
Staring at your Maker?

Michele Marie

Image by John Howard from Pixabay

6 thoughts on “Where Are You Going?

  1. I’m so sorry for your loss Michele Marie. It’s such a blessing to have had such a wonderful father, and I know you must miss him terribly. I hope you can take comfort in all those good memories you have, and in knowing you’ll see him again someday. Blessings to you.

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  2. Thank you all for your kind words. My dad was a unique person and I knew, especially towards the end that he would soon slip from this world into the next world. Knowing he was slipping slowly and having the time to be with him was a gift as family were able to be by his side, talk to him, feed him, caress him, pray with him (which would often be the only thing that would calm him toward the end), and love him. Some say that a quick death is a mercy. Perhaps. But for the living it can be a sorrowful shock. His long decline was a mercy for those of us living, as we had the gift of time with him, time to get used to the idea of his leaving, time to be with him, time to love him, time to ask him questions about his history, and all the reasons in the world we needed to visit him even for us out-of-state family members…

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  3. Michele, I am so sorry for your loss. Your father sounds like a man full of revelation and wisdom. “The LORD bless you and keep you; The LORD make His face shine upon you, And be gracious to you; The LORD lift up His countenance upon you, And give you peace.” (Numbers 6:24-26)

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