Threefold Moment

I went to church with my daughter and her family
soon after my mom died. I sat between my two grandkids—
one in kindergarten and the other in middle school.

THREEFOLD MOMENT

fractals of my heart,
schematic of special moment,
illuminated as i breathe.
i kiss my fingers
touch his knee, his elbow,
his chin— boo boos
pointed out by him.
his warm lips
touch his fingertips,
land on my heart.
God told him so—
whisper of an angel
or a strong current
protracted by God,
straight to my favorites
this threefold moment
between me, my
six year old grandson
and Comforter God.

11/12/2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Baker Avatar
November 13, 2021 at 1:20 PM
In our pain, God accepts our invitation and becomes more visible to our souls. Touching poem, I'm glad you had the expierence of His presence with you. Bill
Wolf Avatar
November 12, 2021 at 1:16 PM
A true Holy Trinity there, Kim. May you also enjoy, and be comforted and comfortable. Blessings, Gershon
Rodrigues Avatar
November 12, 2021 at 2:22 PM
God is so good during difficult times. We often see him working more in our grief. Blessings to you in every way!
De Beaulieu Avatar
November 12, 2021 at 11:30 AM
Hello Kim, I remembered when my husband died. I was upset. I kissed his lips before I left the hospital 5 years ago. Death of a family member is very hard to bare. Hugs.
De Beaulieu Avatar
November 13, 2021 at 6:29 AM
Hello Kim, yes a death of a spouse is hard. It takes a long time to settle back to normal life. Hugs.
Rodrigues Avatar
November 12, 2021 at 12:04 PM
And of a spouse particularly hard from what I’ve seen. ~ hugs, sweet lady!
Buhagiar Avatar
November 12, 2021 at 8:39 AM
We are all in the same boat. I try not to think of my grandsons at church. Hugs.
Rodrigues Avatar
November 12, 2021 at 8:51 AM
I pray God’s touch upon your heart, healing only God can bring. I sense your sorrow. ~ hugs from a friend
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