By Elliott Robertson
I was surprised to see my mother
walking by the shore.
She had died ten years before
without knowing how deeply I loved her.
“I wanted to return
to tell the God of Truth I love Him,
in the winter, in the summer,
in all His expressions in the world.”
She walked further down the beach
after she had spoken
in a language I had never heard before.
I stood still and watched
as she grew more distant, just a speck.
And when she disappeared, the words
she spoke trickled down from head to heart.
She had returned to speak to God
and she had found the Truth within me;
her mission completed--
she walked on until beyond my sight
returned to Heaven’s doorway, Heaven’s Light.