Monday, April 23, 2012

In My Own Time


In My Own Time...


I sit by your bedside
Powerless to the forces that be
We know not the hour or day
We wait for the inevitable
Birth and death are imminent
Your suffering pierces me  yet  I  feel no pain
I admire your  courage as you  enter your solitary confinement with the Maker.


Love emerges as a handkerchief to dry the  tears
Compassion  unfolds with a gentle touch of an outstretched heart
The silence of our conversation resonates with nostalgia and laughter
In between the points of entry and exit, lies the journey of your life
I cannot go with you, but I'll be there
In my own time






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