Ruth Graham Bell

Even though the world knew that her death was imminent, I cried this morning as I was reading the numerous news stories about her life and passing. I was touched when I read how she and Dr. Graham had rekindled the romance of their youth during these last several years of her being confined to her home. Then marveled when I read about an accident she had in the 70's, falling over 15 feet while trying to hook up some sort of swing for her kids from the roof of their home. What a remarkable woman! Amongst her many job titles, she was also a poet, and I came across this poem she wrote, and thought it was fitting to post on the day of her passing.

We Live A Time

We live a time secure;
beloved and loving, sure
it cannot last for long, then
the good-byes come
again-again
like a small death
the closing of a door.
One learns to live with pain.
One looks ahead, not back
never back, only before.
And joy will come again
warm and secure,
if only for the now, laughing
we endure

Ruth Bell Graham