Remember, Sarah?
Remember, Sarah, when we
held hands tight at the ocean-side
as I tried to explain why your dainty little feet
were being pulled out to sea with sucking sand,
at the same time as water was rushing
us in toward the shore?
Remember your
wonder?
And Sarah, remember
when we talked in the night in
our sleeping bags about the night, stars
and moon, and where had the sun gone, and how
could the world be that huge, and God’s
power and love for us so great!
Remember your
fascination?
Oh, Sarah Joy, remember
your saving of shells and seaweed,
kelp, rocks and grasses; everything
was so beautiful to you! Oh,
mommy, keep this for me
until we get home! The
dash was always
stuffed with
piquantly
scented
treasures
* * *
We
were blessed
with six priceless
years
* * *
Remember
how you told me you
wished we had time to live time
over again, so we could have
all our fun again here?
Ah, sweetheart, I too
could have had
no greater
wish.
* * *
Now,
my precious
daughter, it seems to me a
very long time until Heaven. But we’ll
be there together. We’ll sit at the feet of Jesus,
and He’ll tell us all about everything. It will be all perfect joy;
better than any Thanksgiving or Christmas here. And
your sweetness, earnestness, your giggles
and kisses, and our love for each
other will be there for us
to keep
forever.
(C) 2000 Rosemary J. Gwaltney
