‘Then we, the living ones who remain [on the earth], shall simultaneously be caught up along with [the resurrected dead] in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air; and so always (through the eternity of the eternities) we shall be with the Lord! Therefore comfort and encourage one another with these words.’ (1 Thessalonians 4:17-18 AMP)
Mornin’ God’s Child,
My mother sent me this text last night. The ‘Mom’ to which she refers is her mom. We called her, my grandmother, ‘Mom Reinking’.
She was quiet, sharp – a cracker-jack entrepreneur, she knew the heavens and the placement of the moon, organized her days with the Farmer’s Almanac. She was perhaps one of the most deeply spiritual souls to ever move on the planet. She was not a heavy-talker, fewer words were golden with her, and her words, like the way she moved, eeked with resilient wisdom.
We are held away from each other, deprived at the moment of being held by her, except by sacred senses of loving and being loved:
the senses of familiar smell that linger even now,
of beholding her glimmer and her ways in her daughters and my cousins,
hearing the honey-timber of her voice as the sisters visit, and most especially receiving the electricity of her touch that is precious to the skin – that is, the gift of calmness and selfhood that she gave that carries on with the loving touch of her own.
When I think of being “simultaneously caught up” her arms are the first I see.
Leave a sweet scent that lingers.