My Earthly Ideas About Crossing Over Into Heaven
While viewing Queen Elizabeth’s passing parade from Scotland to England, I couldn’t help think about another time when the people came out in droves for Princess Diana. The Queen and her husband Prince Phillip had ignored.
What was happening in London. They, the Royal family, did not understand this type of grieving! When the Royals arrived where all the mourners for Diana were gathered, they began their walk, addressing the magnificent crowds.
In my heart, I do believe the Queen and her entourage were suddenly humbled.
The most touching moment, to me, was when a very young girl handed Queen Elizabeth a small bouquet of flowers. She thanked the young child and said she would place them, for Diana The young girl looked up into her eyes and said,” no, these flowers are for you!” That, to me, was the moment Queen Elizabeth felt the full impact of the love of and from her people and for Princes Diana! This, too, is a part of transitioning. Rest In Peace Queen Elizabeth!
The Queen’s Colors
She wore bright colors so she could be seen
Pink, Apricot, Yellow, Purple, Blue and Green
And wasn’t it colors in the end
That God did send
A double rainbow shaped like a dome
To usher her home
The Queen was a reflection of God’s rainbow.
“Let us not take ourselves too seriously
none of us has a monopoly on wisdom
and love must always be ready to listen
and respect other points of view.”
Queen Elizabeth 11
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TRANSITIONING IS CHANGE
Above are my personal reflections about The Queen. Below are my personal views about my mother and cousin and their ascent to Heaven.
It was a time, so long ago, watching my mom, (and my cousin Barb, too), Transition from their earthly state to a heavenly place with a guarded view
While a loved one is waiting, viewing and praying too
Yesterday’s thoughts ensue
And bring a tear or two
Once when my mom and cousin Barb were whole
Body, Mind and Soul
No one could tell them what to do
They were among the few
Once an idea was in place
No one could erase
The working of their schemes
The completion of their dreams
In the kitchen; they needed no sous- chef
No second in command
Their ears a little deaf
To another’s demand
Their sewing kits were filled with more than thread, needles and pins While their lemon and chocolate cakes and bread baked in tins They created masterpieces on their Singer machines.
With energy left over to create a festive meal
Making each supper a magnificent deal
They loved their holidays
Christmas top of the list
They couldn’t resist
Peter Rabbit or a flowered Cross
They were never at a loss
To emulate
Their ideas on how to celebrate
While awaiting their transition
To cross over to their Heavenly Home
Our Savior is giving their Souls remission
Now, at last, they are free to rome
My time spent with them while in transition I’ll never regret
Our visits without words
But that is where I met
And I’m not being absurd
Their Souls no longer earthbound
Were awaiting without a sound
To the joining of their finished Souls
To make their Heavenly entrance whole
No more their pain
They’ve been restored
To their Divine gain
Now they can implore
A prayer or two
From me and you
Oh, just a note will do
They share equal time in Heaven’s kitchen
On one day Mary is Sous-Chef
While Barb is Captain of the Crew
So, no more bitching
Hope you get my point-of-view
Nancy Fraioli The Wisdom of Transitioning I sat with my mom and Barb while they crossed beyond their rainbows.