A feather soft touch and an awareness of silent pleading beckons
me forth from the place
where body and soul unite in sweet slumber. A whisper and tender
hands draw me forth
into the shadows who greet me like life long friends.
"Mama?"
"Yes darling?"
My hand reaches out to caress a silken head before lips can utter
the words, with in my
heart, I already perceive. Icy floors stretch out to meet
hesitant feet and the stairs speak of
times past when others before me have descended in the same
manner.
My chair and I are old friends, so it welcomes and embraces my
weary frame. Together
we have hoisted the main sail and traveled rough seas to distant
lands. We've wandered
through burgeoning meadows and walked barefoot with children over
dusty roads. We've
entertained kings and Queens and have listened to the graceful
music of Mozart and Bach.
It has held me when I've cried tears of sorrow and of joy.
It can speak of how God Almighty fashioned the universe in all
it's majesty, and boast of
how David killed the giant Goliath. It knows the tenderness of
Moses' mother who trusted
with all her heart and hid her baby from the sword of Pharaoh. It
can sing of the Old
Rugged Cross and how Softly and Tenderly Jesus is Calling.
Tonight it only listens to soft breathing as tender hands reach
lovingly to surround my
neck and a satiny head nestles against my cheek. Gently, back and
forth it carries us to the
place where body and soul unite in precious slumber.
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