Today was the funeral of my Uncle Ed. I love my Uncle Ed. He was a wonderful man. He was a funny man who loved a good joke or prank and was quick with both. He and my dad shared that trait. Together they were trouble in the funniest way.
Uncle Ed was in a lot of pain in the last years of his life, and people talked throughout the funeral about how he is in a better place. That could not be more true. He is totally and eternally healed, able to walk qgain and never to see the inside of a hospital again. For these reasons his family could not be happier for him. The fact that our hearts are heavy is nothing but pure selfishness on our parts. I wrote a poem today, inspired by words spoken at the funeral.
You have no victory,
dear Grave.
Attack once
and twice
and repeatedly
throughout the ages.
Earth may open,
and Worms
may feast.
Yet, eternally,
His people are
Victors
through a Saviour
who is loving
and a Father
who forgives
and a Spirit
leading us
Home.