by Nicole 1/18/13
Heaven’s song, five years long, stranded
tears have taken in a bottle, sometimes not enough
peering through the kaleidoscopic of death, oxygen fails?
heart not strong, only tough, emotions emerging
through the emergency room again; studying out the pain
laughing in vain. reality gone
effectual prayers now answered from above, silence in the night
dreams far from birth. crying, stopped by the miracle – here!
Jesus in the dark hour, at last, gripped momentum
taught the right rhythmic therapy; ah, ha! faith answers the call
waiting, waiting, upon the dullness of motion, when…
oh, when can this burden be taken?
beware, lest the shed weight shines
taste, patience; the slowness of the clock, humbly needful
caught, by the hands – struck with power, devotion to clarify
still. the hospital’s smell, last curtain, room, door, floor, elevator rare
moments pause – the phone rings with certainty
the eyes flood, wondering about the time
so much more could have been, so little spent . . . freedom says
“Repent.”