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Open Features: The Awaiting Place

"Though I am sad, contentment and acceptance settle over me as I remember years of love and laughter, happiness and fulfillment, and the remembrance keeps me warm,'' writes Miriam McAtee.

I wend my way slowly and silently along the path from my car, the familiar well-trodden earth soft under my feet. The evening is aglow; the sun is setting but the gold will light the sky for a while yet. It is the loneliest time of the day, a time for reflection and I am not in a hurry for the evening to end. No one around me is in a hurry as quietly they rest. Yet there is a feeling of time suspended, a caught breath, mid-flight fractured thoughts, restlessness becalmed, patience enduring, and always, a silent watching and waiting and yearning.

I come often to this place; I know it well. I carry a handful of posies soft hued and fragrant, and lay them along the way as I progress slowly, bending down now and again, whispering a name or a little prayer and perhaps lightly touching the weathered stone under which someone dear now lies. Are they who sleep here aware when a friend or a loved one is near? Do they try to reach out to say: thanks for coming by, thanks for remembering me. Perhaps I am too sentimental but I feel their need though I see and hear nothing; they sleep quietly on beneath me.

The evening is nearing its end, the glow slowly softly fading from the sky and I have reached my special place, my destination. I sit for a while and the stone beneath me glows warm under my touch though I know the stone must be cold and there is now a chill in the air for another year will soon be ending and winter will quietly spread its snow around and clothe everyone and everything in white.

Though I am sad, contentment and acceptance settle over me as I remember years of love and laughter, happiness and fulfillment, and the remembrance keeps me warm. It is almost dark now and it is time to leave yet again, to say another good bye.

But before I leave, my fingers lovingly trace the familiar words carved in stone:

“Sleep easily my love
Until I thee awake”

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