As most of my readers know I lost my dearest treasure on all this earth to cancer just 11 months ago.
I have begun the arduous task of sorting through what to keep, and what to discard, after 50 years of marriage.
The collectables go to the kids. The items with still some use go to help others.
And then there is that which is taken to the dumpster.
Dumpster pickup is on Thursday very early in the morning. As I drove with yet another load to the dumpster Thursday afternoon, there, halfway down the long driveway leading to the dumpster, was a piece of paper.
Evidently, something had blown out of the dump truck.
I stopped and picked up this piece of litter.
Turned out it was a sheet of music, buried in a box the entire contents of which I had tossed just that morning.
“We have this moment to hold in our hands,
And to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand,
Yesterday’s gone, And tomorrow may never come,
But we have this moment today.”
And just like that, then in the middle of the parking lot, and now as I write this, I am brushing away tears.
What treasures to the dumpsters go
Gladdening rays of yesterday
Wings of joy and woven sorrow
In warming flood affections flow
This fullness held at aching brim
To sky’s release we turn at last
Love beheld beckons tomorrow
Where herald angels raise their hymn
This.
This is stunningly, poetically accurate Bob.
Than you.