Upon A Brushing With Divinity Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Why don't you pick those pretty flowers said the Woman
Because my Mother used to bring them to her Father;
Well, I see no reason why you can't pick them too,
I'm sure both your Mother and Grandfather would smile,
if you picked them and placed them on their grave site.

No, No, I cannot do that, and my Grandfather is not here,
just my Mother, who died when I was only six years old.
Her Father is The Father who lives high up in the sky,
with angels, and good people who did many good things
for The Father, and because so He took tem away from here.

Oh, I see, I understand; you think because your Mother-
did good things like placing flowers on The Fathers altar,
that she was taken away from you as a reward for her goodness.
But, my dear, The Father does not work this way at all;

We all must carry Crosses throughout our lives on Earth.
You mean The Father did not take my Mom away for laying flowers?
That's right, and though you still may not fully understand,
this is your Cross of Faith and challenge to please them both,
and if you do so in the knowing that you too possess goodness,
then for certain one day you'll be with your Mom again


[Then a resilient blue light shone over the woman who'd met
the girl at her Mother's grave site that day]

I have to go now my dear, are you feeling better now, I hope;
Just one more question, How do you know all of this; I mean-
about The Father; Have you met him in person or called him?

Too many times as He was always on the run and helping people,
and because so, at times it was very hard to be His Mother.

[Both smiled at each other as the bright blue light faded,
and when it disappeared, so the Woman too was gone.




FjR-MMXVII