Dispatches from Fr. Charitas
Thursday, May 3, 2018
Though my walks are but a few steps these days, maybe thirty, maybe forty, being sure I am strong enough to make it back to home, my vistas are vaster than they have ever been before when dreams were a lesser share of my day. Where once I explored yet-to-be-known places, not I imagine realms that may or may not be there, realms that could be, realms that might be, and I suspect realms that will never be. Yes, my life ahead will be journeys into my imagination, and I sense as I slowly lose my words, the imagination will be all the more.
If in years to come, if they come, and you visit me in whatever place of care where I might abide, look not upon the stillness of my visage nor listen to the silence of my voice, but look into my eyes and imagine the dreams I am having there within my soul.
My life is more than my legs. My life is more than my voice. My life is to follow my Lord wherever in my imaginings He chooses me to go. I will ever be the sojourner; I will ever be the traveler; I will ever be the missionary … by whatever means I have.
Loved Ones, do not die before it is the time to die.
Always in His Service,
Fr. Charitas de la Cruz
Beautiful, sad but encouraging too.