At Heaven’s Door
©2019 Susan Noyes AndersonImage by Joshua Earle on Unsplash
I dreamed that I could carry you,
but now I realize
my pocket had a hole in it,
just about your size.
I dreamed that I could carry you,
but now I realize
my pocket had a hole in it,
just about your size.
Little bits of heaven swirl around the manger bright,
falling softly as the mem’ry of that Christmas night
when all the world stood still in wonder at the Savior’s birth,
and choirs of angels sang out joy and peace to men on earth.
Life brings challenges and joys.
Our path to progress was foretold.
We chose the bitter with the sweet
and vowed to step out brave and bold.
The ocean, so constant and steady,
swells in silence to fall with a roar.
Seaweed circles around in the eddy,
gets caught up or breaks free for the shore.
To grieve is a life lesson,
long in the learning.
The days carry forward;
the wheels keep on turning.
And I’ve found an instinct for
managing sorrow.
I stay in the moment,
no thought for tomorrow.
I’d like to just let go of me
and ride the waves across the sea––
willy-nilly, to and fro
with no particular place to go.
You spoke to me inside a song
and brought my soul to peace.
Soft words I knew, whispered by you,
provided sweet release.
I saw this brave little tree today,
pushing her way through a stump of wood.
She lifted my heart in such a way
that a rush of grief was held at bay,
yielded to truth and a greater good.