It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Wordless Wednesday: Lighting a Candle for Mom.



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8 comments:

A Stitch In Thyme said...

Blessings to you!

Reddirt Woman said...

What a beautiful, peaceful looking sanctuary.

Hugs and comfort for your heart.

Helen

jojo said...

after I lost my mom I took my dad on a tour of old missions so we could light a candle for her...they loved the old missions. I still light a candle for them both wherever I go.
This is a lovely sanctuary..where is it located?
Take care and Blessings to you. jj

Karen Deborah said...

were your brought up catholic?
lovely place.

ClassyChassy said...

Beautiful.

Roslyn said...

That's a beautiful sanctuary & it's a comforting ritual, I light candles for Matthew almost every day.

Debbie in CA : ) said...

Candles and stars must surely be pinpricks of heaven streaming down. One star in the nightsky makes me smile; one candle flame warms up a room.

You are in my prayers and thoughts so often lately. When a loved one passes over to Heaven there is a place left empty . . . it must be filled. Candles, memories, tears, and the last touch take over the place. It is not a "lonely" place per se, but it is a place we alone must fill.

I have spent 5 years dealing with the empty place my son's death left -- it is such a beautiful place in my life (he made me so much more than I ever imagined), but still I feel the loss. I accept his death, I rejoice that he is with Jesus at the bridal supper, and I know that I will be reunited at that very table one day in the future . . . but for today I am drawn to thoughts of candles, and starlight, and butterflies that dance in the gardens. Love never dies . . .

Be well and at peace, my sweet, sweet friend. I am praying alongside you and I am dancing in the glow of years of candles. And it feels good to remember and to love and to be here in this moment.

Madeline's Album said...

What a lovely church. My prayers are still with you and the family. Madeline