JULY 25
I had to struggle alone, and all I knew was that Father’s death
caused me to ask questions for which I could find no answer,
and I was living in a world which believed that all questions
are answerable. I, too, believe that all questions are answer-
able, but not in scientific terms, or in the language of provable
fact.
—MADELEINE L’ENGLEWe will be like cats chasing our tails if we expect to answer
with rational answers all the questions death brings to us.
Well, where are the answers, if not in fact?
Maybe in a sudden sense of peace on a troubled afternoon.
Or in an unexpected visit and a warm hug from a friend
who says, “I was nearby and I just wondered how you’re
doing.”
Maybe in the rustle of trees on an otherwise still afternoon.
Or in a story told of a near-death experience which
transforms a person’s life.
Or in some words in a book that seem meant just for you.
My spirit picks up clues my mind might pass right by.