Mom always said ” a person’s eyes are the windows to their soul”.
A shard of motherly wisdom emanates from her desktop picture.
The closed smile of an intense, oh so knowledgeable keeper of the faith
Behind her spectacles, the soul’s aperture heard all things, saw all things,
celebrated -cherished-protected her sons.
Celebrated-cherished-protected the men in her life.
Sentry like – she observes me every day in every way.
The inevitability of life’s end becomes more clear,
her parting phrase ” I pray for you every day” speaks louder and more emphatic
as the wintertime sunset is longer, darker, all encompassing.
She said, ” I am tired, the Lord can take me home”.
What a wonderful surrender. Peace.
May I listen and surrender.
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