Wednesday, July 13, 2011

"You'll be blessed..."

"And you,
you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky...
I promise you that
I promise you that..."

There are moments in life that, as they are happening, you know they are being etched into your heart forever.  You begin cataloguing sounds, images, feelings...capturing them for eternity.   Each memory a puzzle piece that contributes to an exquisite photograph held in the heart.

Saturday, my nephew Sasch, married his bride Stephanie.  It was such a lovely day...bright blue Colorado skies above a pine and aspen blanketed mountain, a pristine lake high in the Rockies...and much love.

I think I held it together pretty well...that is, until Sascha's mother-son dance with my sister, Lila.  From the first strain's of Elton John's "
You'll Be Blessed," I was a goner.  But then so were the rest of my sisters and my mom.  

We know the depth of her love for this son.  We have witnessed the devotion, strength, and grace that she has shown as a mother.  We've had front row seats to their mutual respect, shared joys, and deep admiration for eachother. 

Watching my sister's face was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen.  It was like watching a beautiful sunset wash across the sky.  Twenty-two years of mother-love passed through her eyes during that dance. 

I felt so privileged to be there.  Mary Baker Eddy's poem, "Mother's Evening Prayer," seems to capture the depth and breadth of feeling we witnessed.  And all were blessed.

"O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!
Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.

Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.

O make me glad for every scalding tear,
For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!
Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain.

Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;
In that sweet secret of the narrow way,
Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
"Lo, I am with you alway," — watch and pray.

No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,
And mother finds her home and heav'nly rest."

I saw my sister's heart find rest in her son's happiness that afternoon...and felt so blessed to be a witness.

such love,


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