Come Home

 

When someone we love dies, our grief is for the living. The  soul released from the body soars onward, going home.  For sometimes death is a kind friend; release from pain, release into the all-embracing light, is a reward, not a punishment. 

We too can come home when our loved one dies.  We can come home to a luminous acceptance of the truth about the light.  We can let the light embrace us and sustain us.  We can come home to our own faith, our own courage, our own light that shines within, without, and all around us as we move forward, released from pain as our loved one has been released, awaiting reunion and renewal, awaiting our own homecoming.

BETTYCLARE MOFFATT

As a child, Christmas time was never an occasion to recall a loved one who had passed away or even moved away.  People came in and out of my young life, leaving impressions, but not necessarily remembered during the season of the Christ child's birth or the illusions of Santa Claus or reindeers.

This year, for whatever reason, the holidays have been highlighted by the deaths of many loved ones, family, friends and respected community members.    It is not difficult for me to celebrate the gifts I have received from those who have passed, but it is indeed challenging to face the sorrow of those left behind.

Each day I fill my inner self with light, calling upon the Divine for connection.  I then call to mind those who are struggling with the unanswered questions of life.  I cover them with light, and love, asking that they may feel protected and guided by the light. 

As one light goes out, we must remember that we still have our own light within.  Our light will sustain us and brighten our path to carry on with our own lives.  Not to forget those who are gone, but to celebrate their lives with honor and respect.  To be thankful for what they have left behind.  Then we  join our light with others, helping each other with compassion and courage until it is time to 'come home'.