Michael 1975 – 1985
Thinking of Michael today on what might have been his 46th birthday.
“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these; It might have been.”
She sits beneath a massive oak
in the Garden of Noble Women
Garden of the Promise
for those who have borne the burden
yet never heard the word.
He never walked
or ever fed himself
He never saw the light
or heard a sound.
He never said the Word.
And when he died she buried him amidst her tears
in the Lands of the Lord Calvert
on the road to Padonia.
Now she sits in the quiet of a Summer’s day
waiting for the Promise to be fulfilled.
On the horizon
a kite and a little boy
running o’er the meadow
sun lit mop top hair
dancing in the breeze
part running, part falling toward her
little fingers of his left hand
leading the way
reaching for her
running like little boys run flying a kite.
And as she rose
joyfully
on young legs
she moved toward him and saw the face of God
the same face, now perfect in His image.
And from his laughing face she heard the Word
the Word God promised
to those who bore the burden
yet never heard the Word.
“Mommy! Mommy!!”
.
Happy birthday to Michael in Heaven, or whatever that is for him. Looking down on you, alongside his beloved mum. They are looking forward to seeing you again, but not too soon.
Best wishes, Pete.
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My condolences.
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So touching.
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Such lovely words.
Happy heavenly birthday to Michael.
Thinking of you.
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I’m always so touched by this remembrance. Sad but lovely.
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I think about Michael often, especially when you post photos of Clark. God has blessed Michael.
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