Again, death is in the air, the room
is silent but the sound coming from
the hearts of those there speaks
loudly…stop we are not ready for this.
Death forces people to take leaps of
faith, see into the skulls of the one
fighting to live, pray that they are ready
to write these words on their souls…
the end!
In death no one knows the hour, hearts
stand still waiting for that last breath,
words fill the air from the silence…
stop we are not ready for this. Is death
this secret club that no one wants to join;
each on an invisible island trying to look
into the picturesque past?
In death the finality, the value of life comes
closer, a silent cry for help, help me, in
death everyone reaches for God…stop we
are not ready for this. Waiting…
the minutes become hours, the hours a day,
in the silence the spirit cries please let me go,
in the silence those who wait cry give us
another hour another day…is anyone ready
for this?
©2014.annjohnsonmurphree
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This piece brought back memories of my mother’s passing. I was there. My mom knew she was dying and was looking forward to having peace in her life.
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Pray Holy Spirit come & comfort the affected people.
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very welcome!!!!
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Mother remained at the tipping point of death for 5 weeks. She just would not go but I sensed she had one foot on either side. I think she accepted the dying part but could not accept being separated from father and I. Her stubbornness prevails and father and me feel her presence all the time. I think she’s found a window…
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I believe in this very strongly. It is the strong and beloved one’s that is able to do this. Thank you Carl your comments are always a pleasure to read. Ann
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These words are so true. So far this year I have stood next to 71 deathbeds and “seen” your words. Thank you for this beautiful poem.
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Thank you for your kind comment. Ann
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