Eulogy Prayer for my Mom – 48 years later

 

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On June 9, 1960, at the age of twenty-eight, Ruth Roberts’ mother died in a tragic accident that made front page in the national newspapers. Ruth and her sibling were with their mother that day and were severely injured in the accident.

This eulogy and prayer describe a place Ruth came to after many years of struggle, feeling broken and finally healing.

When her father was dying in 2006, Ruth spent significant time with him the week before he died and was present through his passing. This was precious time together, when love superseded all else and dissolved lifelong wounds.

Not yet feeling complete, Ruth yearned for a way back to her faith. She found herself driving over three thousand miles to a Contemplative Prayer retreat in Dove Creek, Colorado, where with the support, patience and understanding of its spiritual director, Ruth reunited in a new relationship with God.

On June 9, 2008, forty-eight years after her loss, the director created and provided a beautiful ceremony to honour Ruth’s mother, for which Ruth wrote the following eulogy.

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The Butterfly

The Butterfly

I am cocooning
spending much of my time pondering questions
arising from inside

listening to my body-mind responses
recognizing their connections

being in presence

 attuning with understanding
to each  emotion  wound  loss
noticing when that is easy
and difficult  to do

 dancing with living death
noting when there is nothing left to do or stay

 I turn towards essence
waiting until I can arrive
resting in its comfort.

After a time
I  can open
my new wings
to life

Dedicated  to my sister Lynn Roberts
June 14, 1963 – August 24, 2016

by Ruth Roberts August 31, 2016

Sweetness

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Model: Berenika  Bratny

Photograph by Ruth Roberts

As I let Go

As I Let Go

after waging an internal and external fight

the battle to hold on to

a way of being that doesn’t serve

my heart or yours

surrendering the superfluous

I experience an exhaustion

weighted in my form

relief in authenticity

a quiet peace makes

its presence known

ensuing

grace and rest

By Ruth Roberts

Death and Rebirth

Simple

it happens every time

I change

subtle

transition

from who I was

an awakening

a quiet pause

in this moment

a breath

 resting

into

the stability of essence

By Ruth Roberts