I know that second wish. And when i feel the helplessness where all i can offer is a Quaker "Holding you in the Light", i think to a time when i had a 106°F fever from pneumonia and only Christine knew how sick i was. Yet when i felt so -- dire -- i also felt a response of love and care. At that moment i was convinced that prayer/love transcends time and that i was receiving the comfort and love sent to me in the future.
I had a reverse sense of that, too, singing the Mariner's Hymn at my grandfather's funeral and a sudden sense of connection to his time as a submariner in the Pacific War of WWII and awareness of the distress of listening to depth charges. Maybe it was merely a fancy. But it has helped me keep that faith.
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I know that second wish. And when i feel the helplessness where all i can offer is a Quaker "Holding you in the Light", i think to a time when i had a 106°F fever from pneumonia and only Christine knew how sick i was. Yet when i felt so -- dire -- i also felt a response of love and care. At that moment i was convinced that prayer/love transcends time and that i was receiving the comfort and love sent to me in the future.
I had a reverse sense of that, too, singing the Mariner's Hymn at my grandfather's funeral and a sudden sense of connection to his time as a submariner in the Pacific War of WWII and awareness of the distress of listening to depth charges. Maybe it was merely a fancy. But it has helped me keep that faith.