This was originally written with my mother-in-law in mind as she was dying. A friend sent it back to me when my own mother passed. As I contemplate another funeral, another loved one coming home to Heaven…
God’s left the porchlight on.
His Son’s come in
saying he has a friend expected over.
She should be on her way
any minute now.
She lingers on the road to heaven,
letting the ties of this world loosen gently.
She fingers the flowers, velvet smooth petals
caressing her skin along the path.
She pauses to contemplate the views,
the vistas of the setting sun
tinting magenta the clouds.
She takes a last inhalation
of the scents of creation,
disentangles from the the last remaining
strand to earth.
A light beckons just ahead.
Hear a greeting, calling a name, hers.
He says, “We’ve been expecting you.
Come in daughter, friend of my Son,
so good to see you here.
Your bed has been turned down
with fresh linens
and refreshments are on the table.
Jesus, pull her up a chair.”
c. Darlene Moore Berg