Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Entry #52

by Canterbury Soul

I woke up this morning. It was Valentine’s Day. I suddenly remembered the flowers and the cards he used to give me. But today, there were no cards or flowers. Someone ought to have received them from him.

I looked at my mother, her head over her arms. She must be awfully drained from all the crying. I loved her very much. I knew I would be away soon, and I was going to miss her. She was all that I had.

She lifted her head, looked into my eyes and beamed. Seconds later, they walked in.

For the next hour, I could only lie. I lay still in bed and I lied that I was feeling fine. The physical pain I had to endure was unbearable, but I was too distracted by my emotional pain to be bothered at all.

The question “Why” did not make sense to me anymore. But I still held it against Him, I must admit.

“…many things about tomorrow…I don't seem to understand…but I know Who holds tomorrow…and I know Who holds my hand…”

They went on for awhile in that song. I felt comforted; about 2.5º to be precise. And that level of comfort brought a smile on my face.

I shut my eyes.

I stood.

I could only hear whispers now.

I began to walk.

There was silence.

I opened my eyes.

I saw the most beautiful tree.

I felt the most perfect peace.

I finally understood Him.


Sarah Hina said...

I liked the invitation towards peace at the end, and seeing the tree as the perfect symbol of creation.

I'm not sure I understood everything here, but the writing was strong and the feeling it conjured was one of gentle calm.

paisley said...

oh that was excellent... what a perfect ending to her pain... very well constructed... loved it.....

raine said...

Oh, I loved this piece.
It made my eyes smart.
Good stuff!

Anonymous said...

I like that this piece holds a bit of mystery. While I'm not clear on the whole story, I feel as though the narrator finds perfect clarity.

Precie said...

Like Sarah, I'm not sure I get this one. But I appreciate how it evolves into a kind of serene meditation.

Beth said...

Jlb took the words right out of my fingertips.

Anonymous said...

I've done a lot of pastoral visits to parishioners in hospital, so I recognized that part, as I recognized the sympathizing mother. Interesting take on religion.

Anonymous said...

The song, the tree, the quiet atmosphere...makes me feel happy for the patient as she finally meets her Maker

SzélsőFa said...

It's a bit mysterious as to the cause of death here, but I don't think it matters much.

The description of transition between the two worlds is hauntingly beautiful.

Unknown said...

An evocative and very special piece of writing, CS, blending the supposed reality of death with its true reality. Beautifully done.

Anonymous said...

Thank you, my dear Friends! Your comments are precious to me. They will only make me want to improve as a writer. :)

bluesugarpoet said...

Dying on Valentines Day - strangely, I really like that paradox. She lost love and found it too. Nice twist!

Anonymous said...

Very inspirational piece. I liked that the death transition was effortless.

Aine said...

Another unique idea about the tree! I like the spacing of the last lines. It gives such a peaceful feeling to the transition to death. I want to know more about the meaning of "2.5".