To let me through to a Heaven

Someone I never knew I met on Monday morning only through the words of the grieving woman who loved him. Well dressed and standing with an unfamiliar dignity, radiating strength, she read the words his friends had posted on his Facebook page before the funeral. We had come only to make tea for the small group who meet for the Coffee Morning, but entering into the church we were enveloped into other people’s pain.

Saints of God, come to his aid!
Hasten to meet him, angels of the Lord!
Receive his soul and present him to God the Most High.

Walking, supported, in the trail of his casket, her speaking steel now a broken reed. As he and the crucifer past where I stood bowing my head I felt the lump in my throat; I couldn’t lift my eyes for fear of her sorrow making me cry. Welcome the stranger who dwells in your midst. A Polish man, my own age – far from his mother and father – took his own life. All week this memory has sat heavy upon me. Someone I never knew. A young couple in my own community. Why did I not know them? Why didn’t I know him? Be dressed in readiness and have your lamps lit.

Receive his soul and present him to God the Most High.

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