Friday, August 29, 2014

Beside the Still Waters

When my son died in August two years ago, I discovered him, slouched against his bathroom door.  The coroner told me had passed away four days earlier, and he was gripping the wooden framed plaque with words in gold script.
I knew exactly what it was, how much it meant to him when he was alive, and how it must have comforted him at his hours of despair.


Jim cherished living beside the waters...the grace of his beloved swans, the antics of the mallards, and the Canadian geese who remained with us even during the harsh winters.
 
Living beside the waters were the best years 
of Jim's complicated life that ended in the way he chose.

 
4/12/1977 - 8/25/2012  


The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.


He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me;
Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
 

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.





© Angelina Lenahan

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