Wednesday, September 25, 2019
Dear Carley family~
There are some poetic words from William Blake that come to mind at many funerals-- although I never seem to get them quite right. I've just looked them up, they're from "Auguries of Innocence":
Joy and woe are woven fine
A clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine
Those words come to mind because of that delicate state we find ourselves in when we're feeling broken and bereaved: we're heartbreakingly sad, but we're also proud and grateful-- so thankful for a gift like your loving mom. That mix of joy and grief is hard to bear-- many times we don't know exactly how or what to feel. Tomorrow around 1pm I'll be thinking of you with these words, and praying that you feel that appropriate joy and gratitude, as confusing and difficult as it may be.
On behalf of Rod and Marian's church family,
~ted.
