Through the Light

through the Light
of Christmas
I found my way
home

from a hospital
and nursing home
through city and
small town
Main Streets

their streetlamps
with holiday lights

as my mother
was on her way
Home

the time we shared

and still share

Ellen, today

A peaceful grey day here, with steady rain.  The evergreens are so beautiful.  We are also still seeing geese flying in formation.  Spring, Summer, Fall – all so glorious.  Yet I think I love this time most of all.  Yesterday I went to Target and the brown fields had a covering of frost.  I guess whatever time it may be is the best time.   The wonder of seasons, wherever we are.

14 thoughts on “Through the Light

  1. ‘I guess whatever time it may be is the best time. The wonder of seasons, wherever we are.’

    Like the Pete Seeger song:
    Turn, Turn, Turn
    To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.

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    1. Dear Marylin, Thank you. In January, it will be 10 years since my mother was called Home. Yet I don’t think I saw the two journeys this clearly, until the posts this week. Blessings to you and your mother and family.

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