A Stage In Heaven: A Memoir

 

The stage has been set

The curtain has been drawn

Dusk has been born

And my heart, broken.

My tears flow

Right from the depth of my soul

I call out in pain, dear mama

Where are you?

I used to hear those songs, those hymnal lyrics which never escaped your aged head, at least, when you needed to sing them.

I look back and I can remember that little child beckoning on you to advise her, mama, that was me and you never said no.

 

The cast has been set

The Director has arrived

All I see is you in that choir robe singing and making melody with that voice of yours that never grows weary.

With the pain in my heart, I still stand glad that you have been called to join the host of choristers not here on earth again, but in heaven

Oh yes, the director has called you to your place.

Darkness has come

Hope has been lost

But I can’t forget that you told me that light will always shine at the end of every tunnel and you showed me in the scriptures that I should not cry like one that has no hope for a lost one

 

I wronged you

Those times you wanted me close, to keep you company and learn from you

I framed busy

Now I can’t forgive myself for letting you go without having to say goodbye for one last time.

I have learnt my lessons

You keep teaching me, even in your demise

Now I understand that life is a swift passage and I must forget myself for a while to show love to others while they are still alive

 

 

I have lost someone

The world has lost someone

I feel the pain of losing a second mother like you

But I know you are smiling down on me with that cheerfulness that never fades from your face

It is glorious to be in the stage set in heaven

To be enlisted in the cast of saints

And to walk with the Director, God.

We will meet again in this place at His will

Adieu my mentor.