This post is part of a series I like to call “A Visit From Mom.” These posts are written by, well…my mom. I think she kind of rocks! My mom and her mother were the primary inspirations for me to starting writing way back as a little girl. Now, I share my blog with my mom cause I think she has some things to say that you might really love.
Walking with a loved one in her final days is a sorrowful and daunting experience which brings up age-old questions of faith and fairness. It tests our beliefs and wrings our spirits. But in the end, there is always a signal of God’s presence and solace in our pain. Today, the church bells were mine.
And Then the Bells Rang
Home, surrounded by my refuge,
I prayed for comfort for my dear one,
Grateful for knowing her
And saddened at her suffering,
Pondering what new dilemmas
Would be faced in coming days.
I questioned what possible good
Could come from this horrendous pain
And why such gracious people
Should have to relinquish every
Remnant of dignity and joy
In this final stretch of the journey.
And then the bells rang
At the church down the street
And the answer was clear.
Heavenly Father says, “Welcome Home.”
© Carlene Welch, 2012
Carlene Welch is the General Manager at Home Instead Senior Care of Northwest Arkansas, and avid writer and poet, and my mom. She serves as a Stephen’s Minister at her church and is one of the wisest women I know. She writes custom poetry and prose for cards and gifts. For more information, contact us at firstname.lastname@example.org.