Sometimes death thuds loudly at our door. In the loudness, there is no time to wedge the door open as death snatches the handle and bangs the door shut.
Where do we find hope in loss?
Where is the promise in grief?
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away. Revelation 21:4
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. Marcus Tullius Cicero
There has been no time to say goodbye. We will never fully understand the suddenness in which death has stolen you. So callous and brutal. No argument in this finality.
As the door has closed a barrier is lodged within our hearts. Between life and death. Death so lasting like the door tightly secured with the key turned.
How do we fathom this drastic change?
Where do we turn?
Jesus said to her, ‘I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die.’ John 11:25-26
Death be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; John Donnee
The pain of your departure, precious and dear husband, father, son, brother, uncle and more is something we now face. How we react can never be outlined. As our hearts are breaking. And our soul seeks to comprehend. Clasping the memories of you, preserved deep only in our thoughts. Wondering how the future will never be anything but a wish. For you to walk back and reappear. Our hearts must continue to beat as we clutch onto the knowledge that you dearest loved one have passed into an eternal sleep. Where there is no longer death or dying. Transitioned from mortal to immortal.
Hope whispers to us. That we linger not in the starkness of the slammed ending of your parting. Though gruelling. Yet, we behold the glorious divine perception that one day we will know and understand.
Sorrow befalls, plucking you our beloved one out of the bloom of life. To infinite sleep with no goodbye only continuous memoirs to embrace. The door has been firmly shut. Your lamp has been turned out. In our hearts, your endless light will burn through the darkness that immerses us concluded with the separation of death.
Every prayer, every teardrop we wrap you in love. As the wind carries your soul to eternity for all time. You are now safe in God’s keeping. And forever engraved in our hearts.
For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide even to the end. Psalms 48:14