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I am very fond of a tree at my front window. It always
has a morning greeting. Now, its leaves are in glorious colour and a treat
for the camera. It is hard to believe that those wonder leaves are in the
process of dying. That there is glory in dying, is the promise of Jesus Christ.
Dying is happening all the time. Some people call it
‘letting go’. My priest friend has a poem called ‘Love me ,but let me go’ that
he reads at every funeral Mass. We have to let go of infancy and
childhood, of teens, into new young llfe. We can’t stay the same age and
often not in the same job, or same place. We can’t keep the honeymoon days
for ever. Painfully, sometimes we can’t stay in the same relationships, even
friendships fade, nor can we stay with the same ideas.
There is always more to be seen. Stress and strain, sadness
and joy, light and dark, wear and tear, the aging process .. sure is life:
but the promise is that all will be well, because God is Good. At Gods
Right Hand is Happiness forever.
Strangely, Jesus has left us few personal prayers. The
ones I remember are worth remembering. They are very short. ’Father, if
possible take this chalice of suffering from me’. Father, into your hands I
commend my spirit’. Father, forgive them; they know not what they do. They
are lifelines.
Liam
Hickey St. Ciarans Hartstown Dublin 15.
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