Moment of Communion

Communion November 4 2011

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She wanted me to see her mother and to talk with her.

Mom has worsened – failed terribly.

I was sitting in the deep blue chair,

At the foot of mother’s bed

In the nursing home.

The last time I saw the Mom, they had just brought her here,

Furnished her room with familiar pieces

And beloved photos –

Trying to recreate a sense of home.

Mom was anxious and alert and oh so gracious,

Greeting me, a stranger, with her brightest smile.

She was clearly fading, couldn’t read the clock,

And had forgotten the name of the white drink in her glass,

But kindly told me it was “stuff that’s sweet and good.”

Now, two short months later, Mom lies on the bed

And can no longer stay awake.

Yet she’s not sleeping – she’s rather in and out of consciousness.

Every time her daughter says “I love you,”

She rouses, beams, and sends her deep love back;

Her glowing smile bursts forth with pure, transcendent bliss.

The daughter  — grownup, in her 50s, climbs on the bed.

She says  “I want to lie in bed next to my Momma”

And she snuggles and embraces Mom,

Expressing  one last time the child within.

At the foot, I sit and contemplate the two –

Mother and daughter – One barely here, yet with a beatific smile on her face,

The other relaxing finally, just being, looking at her mom with peaceful love.

In the blue chair, I also sit serenely, strangely content,
communing quietly with them in the love.

The daughter had felt alone cocooned within her grief, but now we’re all together,

Sharing this protected moment;

No strangers –

With a host of angels, we are one with God, outside of time and space,

Spanning life and dying,

Simply being,  in the unity of love.

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Reflection

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This privileged moment outside of time happened during a pastoral visit this past week.  I was serving as the daughter’s chaplain, as she struggled through the difficult
challenges of her mother’s last weeks of life.  The mother had suffered for  years
with dementia. The daughter had agonized, desiring to love and care for her
mother in the best way she could.  It was hard and disappointing and lonely.  The
daughter had called and asked me to please visit the nursing home when she was
there so I’d see her mother again and talk with her, the daughter.  I was happy to do so.  As I sat there, sharing with the mother and daughter this intimate, loving moment, it struck me that none of us was an individual right then.  We were all
present beyond time and the limitations of our separate bodies and egos.  We just were,
together, participating in eternity.  We were spirits united in love.  I
was there as a witness and a companion – observing and validating a sacred moment .  I was doing my job by existing in a state of oneness with them.  No words were
necessary.  Our unity in spirit was enough.  I felt deeply grateful for
having been asked and allowed into that place of love.  Who was I?
I was simply spirit, as were we all.  Everything seemed normal and ordinary, though
strange and unaccustomed.  I remember the experience as a tableau, outside of time, a moment and an eternity simultaneously.

 

About Rev. Rosemary Hyde, Ph.D.

I am a grandmother, a classical homeopath, a mystical poet, and an interfaith minister. I also have a large, enduring place in my heart for Paris. I first spent time in Paris in 1961, as a Fulbright scholar. I remained in France for three years, living also in Toulouse and in Nancy. I have revisited France and Paris multiple times since then, and have come to know central Paris reasonably well. I grew up in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, where there were many Franco-Americans, and their language fascinated me. I was fortunate in 6th grade, when my family moved, to find myself in a Catholic French speaking girls' school, where I had the wonderful fortune of becoming bilingual. It still feeds my soul deeply, to visit Paris, speak French, and reconnect with the little French girl in me. I am serving presently as co-minister at Unity Center of Peace in Chapel Hill, NC. I give talks one or two Sundays a month -- please go to the website, www.unitychapelhill.org, and sign up for the weekly e-news to learn what's going on -- special events, seasonal interfaith ceremonies, and Sunday themes and talks. My vision for the Unity Chapel Hill ministry and for myself is to become a loving, uniting presence in the lives of all those who cross paths with us. That's all there is, really -- loving presence. And so it is. Amen. My goal as a minister is to add richness to life for those who resonate to more than one religious tradition or to none -- those with mixed religions as well as the unchurched, untempled, and unmosqued. All of us, whatever our cultural allegiances, hunger for and need support in finding the transcendent joy that's ours to find in this earthly life. All of us need and want to celebrate beautifully the great and small milemarker moments. All of us crave the beauty of prayer as an expression of our participation in universal love. All of us wish to learn a greater vision, to see our lives opening to the Divine. All of us desire deeply to find serenity and peace that lasts no matter what happens today and tomorrow. This is the meaning of Transcendessence. We find the essence of spirit and transcend the narrow constraints of our bodies and egos. Join us today by subscribing, so you won't miss a single poem, message, prayer, or meditation.
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