Flying Backwards

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.”

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