While designing the above image, I remembered a strand of Longfellow's "A Psalm Of Life". If you, too, are muddling your way through loss, grief, broken-heartedness, or end-of-life issues, it will be well worth your time to read the brief poem here. I like HWL's turns of verse from dark-to-light and confusion-to-hope, every word a reflection of his own struggle to make sense of the unexpected death of his young wife and child.
Yesterday marks four calendar weeks since my beloved friend and confidante Beverly died; Saturday the ninth makes it a calendar month. As the song says,
Life is short, my friends, very, very short. One minute you're running downfield, making your play, and bang, out of nowhere, there's the Referee, waving a red card at you.
Bottom line: You matter, your life matters. Whoever you are, big or small, famous or unknown, YOU are beloved of God and no matter how successful or wasted your life has been, He can use you to encourage, inspire, and revive others.
Life IS short and your Red Card is coming. Eat dessert first, laugh more, hug more, dare to love when you might lose the one you love. Stop giving a damn about naysayers, whiney-babies, and other time-wasting folk who drain and distract your energy with "important" or "urgent" bullshit. Do this instead:
Live your life high, wide, and handsome.
Yee-haw!
Mi querida amiga Beverly, te echo de menos profundamente. Mi vida tiene un agujero en él y sólo él quien es Todo y Santo puede llenarlo.
