Sacred people
Much to give
Yet sometimes we dismiss them
They have a
wondrous live to live
Can we see their wisdom?
Can we share their pain
Can we visit and love them
and bring them joy again
We must remember our elders
We must give them a chance
Maybe today we will try
Maybe today we can dance
Dance with their song of faith
Dance with their song of love
Dance with their song of memories
Eventually dance with them above
AMEN
I visited my uncle once again last September. He greeted me with a sparkle in his eyes that can no longer see well and listened intently to what I have to say with his ears that required special assistance to hear. He has turned 100 since. I do not know what possessed his son to put him in that assisted apartment, when he could have lived out his life on his farm where his daughter-in-law now takes in people needing assistance. True to his nature, he calls where he lives, “heaven.”
Ron