Until the day break, and the shadows flee away'
Song of Solomon 4:6
This is on my Grandfather's tombstone. He died June 22,1941
It has a stunning effect on me. He took his own life on this day.
I am so desperately sorrowful. I perceive his last moments.
Here is how I envision him on his day of everlasting Glory:
I see him rising fresh-faced from his torment
And hear the flutter of a small dove's wings
Rays of a morning sun seep through leafy boughs, dappling his face -- It is pale,
There is a light of wonder in his eyes --
drenched by dew, God-sent tears
like sprinkled holy water
as from a stone baptismal font
the face of Jesus
He is risen -- risen indeed
Thank you Precious Lord