Monday, March 14, 2011
Bring Him Home
The other night, my husband and I watched the 25th anniversary celebration of the opening of "Les Miserables" in London. It was an awe-inspiring performance, to say the least. I can't imagine what it would have been like to have seen it live at London's 02 Arena.
While every song was a masterpiece, one particular song really hit home. Literally. At the end of the performance, four of the actors that had played Jean Valjean approached the front of the stage and sang "Bring Him Home." As I listened to their epic performance, it was as if the world stood still for a few moments. I had not heard that song since Bennett's passing and I don't think I will ever think of that song the same way again.
The song is a prayer. The prayer of a helpless parent pleading with a God he knows well. "In my need you have always been there." And what is he praying for? Himself and his own needs? No. He is praying for that of a young boy. "Bring him Home," he asks. "Bring him Home." How well I know those pleas.
The only difference? I have realized that God HAS brought my boy Home. To His Heavenly Home, that is. And - in doing so - he has brought him peace and brought him joy. My Bennett is safe in the arms of the only being that loves him more than I. And I know he will rest there until these aching arms can hold and caress him once more.
Indeed, Bennett lives. And he is Home.
He is Home.