What would we hear I wondered? What was the angel listening to?
For me this morning, she was listening to the sound of my friend Jean, whose life was ending. She heard her distress. And I was asked to listen as well.
To her family. To her friends. I got there too late to listen to Jean.
And I was able to share everything she’d told me about her wishes for a service, giving her family some comfort and structure.
And I could tell her stories. And take in the ones being told. I could savor them and consider how to use them.
Sweet to have an angel to remind me to incline an ear. Peace has many faces. Sometimes the face is covered with tears. Oh, Jean. Your community will miss you. So will I. I loved you. We all loved you. But there you are with everyone we know. who knows what living la vida local is like in heaven… I’ll bet it’s fun. I’ll bet it’s beautiful. and I know it’s filled with Peace. Say hi to my family, will you?