Dancing In the Rain -- Als
Sitting in a house . . . a home
Across from a husband and a wife
I look at her
Saddens fills the orbs of her dark eyes
Her breathing short . . . shallow inhalations
Panic and fear waiting to pounce
My heart pleads for her . . . be strong
I look at him
His eyes bright . . . projecting confidence, love
Strapped into his wheelchair
This once mighty man
Is trapped in a body that betrayed him
I close my computer
Finished . . . dreams shared
Hope and desires expressed
A way forward captured
Time for me to go . . .
But the questions remain
Life . . . Death . . . Why?
Why him?
His family?
Why?
I hear strokes on a keyboard
A mechanical voice vibrates from small speakers
“May I pray?”
This broken man is not done
I close my eyes feeling the moisture leaking out
“Greet each day with a smile”
“Dance in the rain”
“Embrace love and rejoice”
“Be strong and fear not”
“There is victory over death”
“Life . . . Eternal life!”
This broken man with the unbroken spirit
Is ministering to me, to his family
Dying but still concerned for the living
What an incredible love, a powerful faith
Living and dying well
Listening to his typing, I realize . . .
I have no power over the eternal questions
Of life . . . of death . . .
But God does
This limitation of my humanity is NOT
So I can wallow in despair – NO!
But so I can hope in God!
Thank-you my dear friend
I will never forget you
Your words of hope and love
Your faith
Dancing in the rain.
Note: My friend died six months after this meeting.
David Meade
Love Generously
June 13, 2015
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