The Light

My Mother's 103rd birthday would have been later this week. We lost her in 2021 at the age of 98. Mother had a way with. words and loved to write - sermons, blog posts, letters, and poems. This poem is one of my favorites. 

The Light

My father always left a light for me . . .

Against the nightime shadows . . .

Lovingly.

He left the door unlocked . . .

It opened wide

And I could safely find,

My way inside.

Beyond the grave

I see a light . . . I see

The Lights of home . . . 

God left a light for me.

So I can walk through death.

With faith . . . not fear.

I see the Lights of home,

And God is near.

- Ruth Baird Shaw 1978.