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A Beautiful Vessel
The earth has lost a beautiful vessel. She left in her wake a fleet torn—torn between rejoicing in light of her new found home and grieving the distance that separates us.
From His vast lighthouse, our Lord keeps watch over us. She at His side eagerly waits to serve as she did so many on earth, her brown eyes radiant as she looks full into His face. Without a word He knows her petition—that He would grant His peace upon her fleet, that He would light their way, and guard them from drifting apart. She knows that each has a particular strength that the others need to keep them afloat in the tempest that still rages at times least expected. She asks more than His comfort for them, but that He lead them to the shores of His will.
Calling each one by name, from the greatest ship to the least small craft, she asks His blessing of every one and prays them closer to Him.
I can feel her gentle spirit on the wind. I hear her tender voice in the waves. As I taste the salty air I think how she flavored the earth.
The storm of grief continues to batter our sails, but atop each wave we see the other side. Once over it, the welcome calm releases a peace within us. This is the peace she must now feel. She has ridden her last wave, endured her last storm, and fought her last flood. She’s home safe with the Light of the world, never to drift again. Rest peacefully in Him, my dear mother.
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