On the Razor's edge...
There's a Latin frase which
goes,"Where there is breath,
there is Hope."
This is the second day the
Matriarch has spent in the
Illustrious Care Unit. She is,
i suppose, as comfortable as
a person can be under the
conditions which Prevail.
The ventilator is assisting
her about half the time;
she is perhaps dreaming about
the party she missed and
communing with familiar
angels. Her nurses and
doctors are taking good care
of her. I wish her eyes would
open and recognise the beauty
of life around her, however
austere it would appear at that
good moment. Of the Heart
we know that it is struggling;
Of the mind, we realise it is
Hers to make up from moment
to moment. That much was
always about her~the deciding
by a forceful will. Anyway, the
prayer lines are open and
operating in the grand scheme.
Time is our everpresent buddy.
Grandma Z was laid away in the
church of her home in a
wonderful ceremony, the engineer
tells me. I would have dearly
loved to have gone with him to
the old stomping ground~but
i am begging to be the backstop
of my mother's rest Or recovery.
My sisters have been treating me
like a Prince...which doesn't
perturb my simple nature. They
would've also loved to have gone
up North to serve the many
related angels attending my
Elder brother's second Mother.
We beg together the blood=love
of hanging where the current
spiritual Action resides. I hope
it is a small appreciated Christian
Monday, 27 December, 2004
Today, in this frigid clime,
i mourn the dead & dying
every=where. From the lands
of Pacific Asia under the forces
of tsunami, to the streets of
Iraq where restive democracy is
a=borning. OR, for that matter,
any family anywhere who is
suffering loss. G will grasp them
all in turn to a future beneficent
purpose we, the remainderers
cannot [and may not] yet discern.
Twas Ever Thus.
Kay, Harry, Alan and i had
cheese=burgers @ the Ritz.
It was a lovely break in the action
[or inaction.] Yes, i had a bowl
of delicious chocolate ice cream.
Not as a memory of confluence
so much as a dedication to my
mater mirabilis who loves that
dessert when she is able to enjoy
it in large doses. And might
again if things turn upwise...
then, of course, i wouldn't cheat
her on the serving size. Not that
i ever did before. While watching
Columbo or the daily Mass...
i love you All! G does not make a
test we cannot pass! Plus+, today
He is only a babe in a cradle with
His own stable signs...the vitals of
our vitals which gather us toward
his ponderific destiny. Miracles!
And a Happy Kwanzaa to my friend
Darney who cared for Hane like she
is his own fair mother. And might
again appreciate her lightness.
It can be Hoped^
Gospel, my friends---i am a minor
Prince in the Pantheon of such.
~your prayerful imperfect brother,