Ascension

In Memmoriam: Rosemary Morin On that Wednesday of her departure it was as if darkness had descended and smothered the daylight. It was as if grief pulled us from a long sleep of happiness to face fully Rosie's change from one reality to another. For us agonized witnesses it was a confused and angry night which severed us from her goodness and beauty... Or so it seemed. But when we raised our heads, bowed in sorrow, we saw there was sufficient light: a sliver of the moon was shining. distant stars glowed, and in our midst an Angel stood and burned with holy fire. She had stepped forth from heavenlight into earthlight. The Angel folded her massive wings, and reduced her size to human proportions. Even her voice became intimate, and it did not pierce the air but welled up within us slowly and softly: "Look upward, and restore your hope. Eternal Life is granted to those who are elated by God's presence in all things. You must know what your Rosie knew throughout her life: The Golden Rule binds every created thing with themselves, with their neighbors, and with the three-personed God. And the fibers that bind the whole of Creation are animated by this Love. Look upward and you will see The Ascension, as souls who lived a life of Love return to the Source of All Love... A thousand souls were released at once. They floated slowly upward, gently rolling in a circle, as they rose into the sky. Their eyes were shining from some source of light not visible to our mortal eyes. They looked down on us with compassionate eyes, the tenderest expressions flitting across their features, and we were speechless, in wonder, that so much Love could radiate from human beings. The last thing we saw were their eyes, even more strangely illuminated than before, blinking again and again, as if they could not believe what they were seeing. And each of us saw Rosie rise, blessed among the blessed, and go beyond the limits of our sight. We felt her presence settle deeply in our hearts... And then it was over; the vision closed. The Angel had vanished, and it was just the blue sky, and the endless depths of space, and a passing breeze which refreshed us as breezes are meant to do.