Saturday, October 08, 2011
Dillon
Fall is such a bittersweet season.
Summer flickers out in proper order
with the beauty of reds and yellows glowing in morning sun,
the easy weather,
the fields dry and gold – a breathtaking way for nature to die.
The glory of summer’s slow hot days fades to the chilling glint of winter.
The blinding glitter of new snow,
the sunless skies,
bare branches in the wind waiting for spring – winter, beautiful and awful.
We know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us (2 Corinthians 4:14). God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave: he shall receive me (Psalm 49:15).
“Taste and see that the Lord is good,” we sang through tears.
Spring after winter.
Life after death.
Summer flickers out in proper order
with the beauty of reds and yellows glowing in morning sun,
the easy weather,
the fields dry and gold – a breathtaking way for nature to die.
The glory of summer’s slow hot days fades to the chilling glint of winter.
The blinding glitter of new snow,
the sunless skies,
bare branches in the wind waiting for spring – winter, beautiful and awful.
My 12-year-old cousin Dillon was killed in a 4 wheeler accident this week.
An early frost, hard and unexpected.
Life flickers out suddenly, leaves still green.
Winter follows summer without interlude.
That grin,
that energy,
that talent show performance,
that farm-loving Jesus-loving little boy,
that October afternoon.
We gather
to mourn what Dillon left behind
and celebrate what he has received.
A life cut short –– so vividly awful, so painfully beautiful.
An early frost, hard and unexpected.
Life flickers out suddenly, leaves still green.
Winter follows summer without interlude.
That grin,
that energy,
that talent show performance,
that farm-loving Jesus-loving little boy,
that October afternoon.
We gather
to mourn what Dillon left behind
and celebrate what he has received.
A life cut short –– so vividly awful, so painfully beautiful.
We know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us (2 Corinthians 4:14). God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave: he shall receive me (Psalm 49:15).
“Taste and see that the Lord is good,” we sang through tears.
Spring after winter.
Life after death.
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