A friend of ours passed away today and I was deeply touched by the comments posted by his wife. He fought a courageous battle with cancer and she was his faithful caretaker. Don't hurry through this. Life is precious.
You Leave the Room Slowly
You leave the room slowly, my love.
Not by choice; and yet it is as if
you knew this is the only way we would let you go.
You leave the room slowly
and our hearts do not break so much as bend around a space
you insist is Jesus-shaped, that we should embrace.
You leave the room slowly
and we learn how it feels, and why -
not to catch a breath, shed a tear, or say goodbye.
You leave the room slowly, my love.
The light of eternity has already begun to wash
your feet, your hands, your face.
You do not look back. But as your new body unfolds
to experience freedom for the first time,
you have left the door open,
and we catch a glimpse of that bright unbearable grace
filtered for our eyes by your life, to fill its place.
Written by Michele McKnight Baker for her husband
Frank Ridgway Baker: June 19, 1954 - April 7, 2017
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