Only when you drink from the river of silence shall
you indeed sing.
I have been visiting my elder mother in the hospital now for about a week. She is slowly fading away. I can feel the spirit so strong when I sit with her and look into her eyes. Her eyes are the windows to her soul.
Soon she will no longer experience the pain of the mortal body because she will travel through space and time to an eternal place of immortality.
"Come and go with me to my fathers house. There are many mansions there. If it were not true he would have told us so. Jesus spoke those words before he was resurrected, If I go away I will prepare a place in eternity for you. In this place are many mansions with streets of gold." Hope in eternity.
I have always found so much comfort in the words of Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet. I pray you find the truth, peace and comfort you are seeking as you walk through your temperal time here on earth.
"Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran
And a woman spoke, saying, Tell us of Pain.
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, thought it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay
which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.
Death
Then Almitra spoke, saying, We would ask now
of Death.
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the
heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the
day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open
your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the
sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your
silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your
heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to
eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the
shepherd when he stands before the king whose
hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling,
that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind
and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing but to free the
breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and
expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall
you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then
you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then
shall you truly dance.
Rich blessing to you as you sojourn through you time here on earth. Life is precious. Life is a gift. We are placed here on earth to find the porthole to Eternity. I pray you find your passport to Eternity.
Nancy
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