Ma Wa Gray

When our carpenter carved us He was humming a song, When He ran his hands over the fibers that would make us He saw the complexity and intricacy of us.  We are not straightforward Wood. We are singers, writers, artists, actors, dancers, florists, gardeners, healers, food providers, creators. In us He sees a reflection of His deepest, most passionate self.  Today we commit into the care of our Creator one of our own.  We already know that Teddy's Heavenly work has begun. We see this in the meteors and rainbows that blaze across the sky everytime we think of him.  We see it in the eyes of strangers when we share his story and somehow they find comfort in their own grief because of him. As I drove in my car at 10.00 this morning  wishing that I could be in Cape Town with Quanta and Nick this is the image God gave me.  We are Woods. And we are disparate and our lives have all turned out very differently. We have lost our own, sometimes early, too early for our ...

  The woman stands above the NICU cot. She gazes down at her great grandson. There is only deep deep love for her flesh and blood, nothing human remains in her, just love and peace and joy.  She reaches down and caresses his little face, his body, his feet, she holds his fingers. Deep inside him his spirit stirs. His flesh and blood recognize his own. She is his own and she belongs to him. His spirit smiles in recognition, it won't be long now and then he can take his first walk. The humans around his cot anxiously check monitors and tubes and catheters and beeps. They are trying their absolute best. As they work prayers are muttered under their breaths. This little guy has really has got under their skin, they want more than anything for him to live and to know joy and freedom. There's something special about him. His great grandmother agrees but knows that for these prayers to be answered a different outcome will need to happen.  As a nurse starts to get overwrought in ...