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An Eerie Night

An ailing confrere moans in his bed, helpless and willing to be at peace; ready to go far beyond this world and be with his Maker – all that he needs. He struggles with his failing health, unable to speak and share his sentiments; his remaining thread of strength attempts to impart his faith invoking the blessing and power beyond a source of grace, reliance on his compassion. As he enters the last hours of his life, breathing becomes so strong – perhaps God and His angels take him around in His spiritual presence inexplicable, a mystery to recall. While Medieval painters depict the soul, with a smoke that comes from the mouths of a dying person; he’s restless. It seems the howling of dogs hover in the neighborhood across the rectory; like a musical background, gritty - scary and frightening to an individual an eerie night that seeks to be nearer to God.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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