Meeting at the Farmhouse

This is written in memory of my dear friend, Phyllis Porter Dolislager’s mother, Eleanor. She passed away Easter Sunday, April 16, 2017.

Born in the season that celebrates the birth of baby Jesus, Eleanor, came into the world. And now all these ninety something years later, she leaves this world at the season of the celebrated resurrection of Christ Jesus, as was her prayer. She’s not dead she’s alive!

I can imagine as she walks into heaven, there is her family. She sees Darcy, her husband, and the love of her life, known to her in the former world.

He’s standing in the fields where a little farmhouse sits. Blue lights all around sparkle and twinkle just for her. Darcy waves and runs to greet her with a kiss. They turn, and then, she sees Jesus face to face…

“Welcome home daughter.” Jesus smiles and embraces her.

All the ones who had gotten there before her, gathers around, to celebrate the new arrival.

Darcy says, “We don’t milk cows here, just wait til you see

Buttercup our cow, and Bessie our horse, are here, they not only talk, they sing with glee…

And hoeing and plowing Oh that’s absurd…

We all laugh with pure joy, as we listen to the Word…

These blue lights are shining to welcome you home…

To comfort you in this place where you knew you belonged…

Meeting at the farmhouse was the setting we chose ‘cause heaven is home

Like everyone, knows…

You’re home now…

Come on let’s go…

There’s so many things you’re gona love, I know…

I can’t wait to show you, I can’t wait for you to see…

I’m so happy you’re finally home with me…”

Eyes wide open, heart set free…

“Oh, Darcy, all this just for me?

The Farmhouse is just as I remember

All our family and friends, love tender,

And look, we’re all young, and the colors so vivid

I can see without blurred vision

I can run without labored breath…

The music and the singing well, it’s just heavenly…

Look at the animals and the trees and the hollyhock, flowers…

Brooks and streams, mountains that tower…

Glistening rain drops and the sunshine, what power…

Now I know I’m in heaven and I’m far above…

All the pain, and sadness, there’s only love…pure love.

It’s just as we were told…

Behold,

As it was written, Eyes have not seen, nor ear heard, neither has entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those that love him. 1 Corinthians 2:9 King James Version (KJV)

–Marla Shaw O’Neill April 17, 2017