Sister Andrew John’s Weblog 2

IN HOSPICE

She’s old, dying,
unsure of what it is
that she’s unsure about.

Now, she thinks, do I suddenly
become a believer in
eternal life?
And what would I do with that?

She sighs, Life!
That’s watching my family grow and go.
That’s living in a little house
with a dog and two cats.
Visiting with friends, sleeping contentedly,
running with the wind.

So God, what do you
have that’s better?
Nothing! Nothing that’s better.
Just more of the best you can
imagine – and being.
Especially, eternally, BEING!