I lost a writer friend to cancer two days ago. And even though I’m glad he is without pain today, even though I know he is now with his Savior, it still hurts to know I won’t have a chance to see him again. He was a remarkable man.
Another writer friend shared this poem by Calvin Miller in an email this morning. I’d never heard or read it before, and so I had to share in case you hadn’t either. It truly touched my heart.
I once scorned ev’ry fearful thought of death,
When it was but the end of pulse and breath,
But now my eyes have seen that past the pain
There is a world that’s waiting to be claimed.
Earthmaker, Holy, let me now depart,
For living’s such a temporary art.
And dying is but getting dressed for God,
Our graves are merely doorways cut in sod.
Like still another friend said, I want that last line on my tombstone.