Love Is The Answer Poem by Melvina Germain

Love Is The Answer

Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening...The tears are washing my face this morning but also a smile stays etched upon it as well. Tears full force due to the loss of my Uncle Ben and the smile comes while remembering him. O he had such an amazing smile and his eyes twinkled as he spoke.

Uncle was one of my uplifting male role models that I so often speak about. He was there when I was a mere child, taking care of me and my cousins. He stepped in and watched over us. He was there when I was going through my rebellious years with a strong voice and a gentle hand. I don't remember my Uncle Ben ever yelling at me and he most certainly never put me down. I do remember how he always had my back and shared with me honestly. I remember his compassionate tears toward others and I remember his love toward my Aunt Kay and after she passed, now toward my Aunt Delores. I witnessed his respect toward women and never heard a displeasing word. I remember how he was when entering a wedding hall and he would not cross that threshold until his wife was by his side. I stood in awe thinking and smiling, they are as one, as it should be.


Though the news brought an immediate flushing of pain through my body, I knew I had to carry through with the previous plans of the evening and decided to keep that news to myself and share it with family later. My daughter and her friend invited me out to see one of my favourite bands…Gary Martin & The Heavenly Blues Band and I was going forth with that. I had a few close calls of tears and quickly picked myself up. That's when I treasure all the Blessings my Father in Heaven has given me and one of those Blessings is strength. I went forth with our planned event and during that event yet another Blessing was given to me. The Blessing of Char, a tall statuesque and beautiful aboriginal woman. We locked eyes and I knew her energy was flowing through me, we became instant friends. I met her family and was in awe of her fathers, long hair and the sweet smile of her stepmother. Here they were Canada’s first Nation people, so vivid their personalities, their shared happiness and so welcoming. I was immersed as if blending together with them as one. It was a Blessing that goes beyond any explanation that I can, give so this morning, I’m thanking God for them.


Over the years, I have been placed in many situations where death is the outcome so it may seem strange to some of you when I say, death has become a friend. A loving, compassionate and soothing friend. I remember back when I first became aware of a spirit in my room, it was a presence, O I was so sick with pneumonia but I knew I was going to get better because the spirit told me so. A Black Angel sat beside me in a chair and my head laid on the pillow and she spoke to me with such kind and loving words. Saying what the spirit said. I found God way back then, I didn’t need a church, I didn’t need words to be pounded in my head, I knew the presence was good and I knew one day I would be better again. Well I went on to get better and begin my journey through life. At age eleven while skating on a pond in the back of our Nova Scotia home. I smelled a garden of flowers and looked around only to see ice and snow, it was a November evening. Later my Grandmother explained that I had a gift from God to know of the coming of death.


For years I dreaded that gift, surely every time that scent came I knew someone close to me was going to die and so they did. As the years grew, I began to understand even more and embraced my gift. My spiritual intervention has been many to this day and I now give thanks for each and everyone of them. I think of death as a hand reaching out and welcoming the person to that peace that is so far beyond our comprehension. It’s like pulling you from the belly of pain, like a new birth being born again. I see it as the optimum gift, beyond diamonds, ruby’s and emeralds. Yes it is blossoming joy and while the earthly beings are crying, the souls of our beloveds are rejoicing as they move forward into that new light. And now I’m smiling and laughing inside as that feeling of peace is taking me over, that spiritual light is grabbing hold of me, I’m inhaling and exhaling with a smile on my face and I know my Uncle Benny is at peace and I know he’s happy. I’ll be sad for missing him, but I’m rejoicing in his passing over and reuniting with our family who have gone before us. I now have a new Angel to help guide be along.


This morning I will witness a joining a very loving couple as they become one and I will rejoice with them. You see God creates balance and one never knows what the road ahead will bring. I was invited to this wedding awhile back but had no idea it was going to be almost the same timing as my Uncle’s death. God shows us in His mysterious ways how life should work and we need balance, look at the teaching. I see it clearly. Sadness/Happiness equals “Balance”…So I rest easy and now it is 7: 28, there is no more time for this writing so I will close here and begin to get ready for the joining of two special lives. Thank you Lord Jesus for uplifting me and keeping me on my feet and thank you Father God for always covering me with your love. Amen…..

Written by: MelvinaGermain