* * * * *
Today, a breeze rides thru
the window across her bed,
reaching me on the other side.
My clean bare feet resting near.
The sanctuary,
sheets so Soft
comforters comforting.
Flowers fragrant,
her colors, fresh each day.
Her body has taken shape,
like the center of a spiral shell.
A soft curled position.
Hands tucked. Delicate cheeks
resting upon them.
Two years now wondering
will her life return.
The pain pushes through her
too much to bear.
She awaits for the inevitable.
The deliverance.
I am watching over.
One of her people
this time in her life.
There are the others,
tending the difficult task
of daily living.
The dearest ones.
Facing the inevitable
hurt of losing her.
I am one of the blessed ones.
Chosen to care and
weave my love,
into the tenuous, quiet oasis
that has become her life.
Understanding,
wisdom and grace, envelop us.
A delicate tenderness abounds,
these precious moments of our day.
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
* * * * *
Today, a breeze rides thru
the window across her bed,
reaching me on the other side.
My clean bare feet resting near.
The sanctuary,
sheets so Soft
comforters comforting.
Flowers fragrant,
her colors, fresh each day.
Her body has taken shape,
like the center of a spiral shell.
A soft curled position.
Hands tucked. Delicate cheeks
resting upon them.
Two years now wondering
will her life return.
The pain pushes through her
too much to bear.
She awaits for the inevitable.
The deliverance.
I am watching over.
One of her people
this time in her life.
There are the others,
tending the difficult task
of daily living.
The dearest ones.
Facing the inevitable
hurt of losing her.
I am one of the blessed ones.
Chosen to care and
weave my love,
into the tenuous, quiet oasis
that has become her life.
Understanding,
wisdom and grace, envelop us.
A delicate tenderness abounds,
these precious moments of our day.
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
