From 12-2-2019
A Reflection on the Breastplate Prayer of Saint Patrick
There are those who say do not grieve as those who have no hope. I have hope. I have hope for the future, but it is for today that I grieve. Elliot is ok. I am not. Nevertheless. I hold on firmly to Christ with tears flowing down my face because…
Today
Elliot will not be with me,
Elliot will not be before me,
Elliot will not be behind me,
Elliot will not be in me*
Elliot is not beneath me,
Elliot is not above me.
Elliot is not on my right, nor on my left.
Elliot has no more breadth, no more length, no more height.
Elliot is dead. He is gone.
I still shout Salvation is of our God, Salvation is of our God, Salvation is of Christ. May Thy salvation, oh Lord be ever with us, Amen. But I shout it in tears.
*Some say that you will hold him in your heart. This is not true. I do not hold Elliot in my thoughts or feelings. He is not a creation of my imagination. Elliot will not live on in my memories. My memory is too weak. It, too, will die.
