Collage #12

When the books are read

The water pools closed

The shovel’s done with

The slides have turned cold

Mommy closes the dryer lid

There is no place to hide now

Except on Mommy’s bed

Or in the dragon’s lair

You’re tired anyhow

Your energy is spent

Your toys go to sleep

Your walking stick laid down

Slumber sure sounds good

Sweet dreams, little boy

Grief

I wonder how Jesus’ mother and father and his disciples and followers grieved after his death. Did they grieve after they learned that Jesus had risen from the dead? Do people grieve if they knew the place their loved ones go to is a peaceful place? Or does it matter where the soul goes as far as grief is concerned?

I’m glad to grieve because to grieve is to have loved deeply and to have been loved in return. Today I grieve and my heart is not empty of love.