… it sometimes pours.
News came today of the death of John, followed hours later by news of the death of Jerry, and the impending demise of two more friends. Life is like that, or so I tell myself. But it doesn’t help much, if at all, because grief has its own way. Grief wends its course through the soul the way a river eventually ignores the man-made routes and dams imposed to keep it in its place. Nature always wins.
Loss is always hard, even for those who believe, as the Creed does, “in the life everlasting.” I look to the presence of the Eternal in this life, this side of death, this side of my mortal end, as the heart of things, knowing that love continues, no matter how many deaths and sorrows it suffers.
On days like today when it pours, a familiar hymn often sings itself in me, and I am strangely comforted.
“Time, like an ever-rolling stream, soon bears us all away, we fly forgotten as a dream dies at the opening day.
“O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come; be Thou our Guide while life shall last, and our eternal Home.”
I pray the same comfort for John’s and Jerry’s spouses, relatives and friends, and for the readers of Views from the Edge, in whatever circumstance you find yourself tonight.
– Gordon C. Stewart, Chaska, MN, April 8, 2015.