This poem shares about an experience of letting go in my life, that allowed me to embrace my own past as well as the future open before me.
I hope it blesses you. Please share about your experiences of letting go to embrace the future ahead of you.
Your progressive redneck preacher,
Replanted at Blackmon’s Grove
Bright winged light wraps around me like pheonix flame
as you come into view.
Memories flood me
of my small hand in your leathery wizened grip
as I walk beside you while, ever the teacher,
you weave tales of the forgotten past.
I recall your smile as you gave me caramels
and your shout of “Charles!”
when daddy turned sharply on a mountain road.
I remember that day, when he had long been buried,
that you saw your Charles standing in the room with you
telling you he was fine, and he still cared for you.
We didn’t believe you then, thinking it a trick your mind played
but now I wonder … was he graced to embrace you from beyond?
After all, you are with Charles now, even though
in this moment I now feel your arms like angel wings
cradling me in embrace while your voice
once cracked with age, now brimming with youth and vigor,
whispering “I love you. I believe in you.
The work before you is important.
And what you need for it, will be given ”
– a blessing from you, dear grandmother,
a gift from beyond grafting me afresh
upon the family tree from which I felt bereft, alone, forgotten.