These raindrops journeyed here to cleanse the widows,
In concert with tears from the eyes…
Beyond what appears are signs to behold in our hearts;
A tree on the other side beckons a step onward, a guide…
From the basin of love, we can follow the light from within;
The holiest tones in silence infuse a calm of divine strength…
And I watch as I feel the words written by many like us in the storm,
I see we can each be at peace justly placed in the center of the soul.
The turmoil ceases in the will to be bathed in the lightning of truth;
The currents transverse the downpours to a placid inner knowing of love.
To remember to return to God is the way of the truth and the light in all;
We come from the Basin of Love to willfully choose the integrity in living His love.
A long farewell to this course in a life filled with packages wrapped and tied in ribbons--
All set as presents to be opened all year, after year, month, day, hour, minute, second too,
Happens in a split blink to end for a new beginning; across the way in onward step, a prayer
I whisper from on high like thunder, like shouts, like screams bellowing passed the dark tunnel:
Designed uniquely like feathers, we elevate to carry our service through the tunnel of His Love…
It is He in light we meet to see through our darkness into truth for that is the ultimate integrity.
Every tucked teaching given and received in our lifetime unwraps in His presence, and revealed
We aim to be, once we are who we become, because the “I am me” has a voice forever more…
In truth we aim to live our best; in lies we confess to be our worst, yet in God we turn to divine.
Nearly four decades from Miss to Mrs. to Mom, and to Dad, we puzzled pieces to completion…
The departure chimes an arrival to well being beyond the window streaked in crystal dew drops
And the moment of the meeting is as timely as the seasons, as the cycle of our luminous souls.
God embodies love felt in every beating heart that delivers love in truth, faith, hope, beauty--
Even in the light of our shadows, He abides in glorious beauty to purify and clarify existence.
In gratitude to our Lord Jesus, for you, the father of our four sons, for the good we imparted,
I gift the essence of my humble understanding of the past, the now, and the forever future.
Nicoleta I. Neagoy copyright 3-9-2016
From the room of my husband's hospital room...