Its tendons tighten ‘round her throat
Fear’s icy fingers grip
A lullaby in minor chord
Echoes from fear’s lips
Why isn’t she better? The words bounce ‘round
Why is it taking so long?
Did we do the right thing?
Did we make the right choice?
Is there something else going on?
She tries to hush fear’s haunting voice
Pry loose fear’s tightening grasp
But memories of another time
Clench fear’s fingers fast
The weight of a tiny cold dark form
Wrapped in blankets tight
A final breath escapes her lips
She slips into the Light
The scent of death and dirt and clay
As they lay her down to rest
Still fills her senses to this day
And leaves her a broken mess
Trust in God, the faithful quip
He’ll never let us go
And the pious mourners leave her grave
Unscathed by the treacherous woe
Repeat, replay, those memories ore
Her mind cannot turn off
As another daughter suffers long
With pain, and rash, and cough
The surgery was supposed to help
Her healing to be quick
But the progress vacillates and slows
Because she was so sick
Fear growls in guttural tones aloud
“she’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine”
And pins her to the chair, afraid
Immobilized, confined
“She’s not,” Truth’s voice commands
With authority all Its own
“She was never yours, she will never be
So away with you, be gone”
Fear and Truth declare a war
For heart and soul and mind
And somewhere in her deepest self
Truth’s Hope begins to shine
A knowing that when all she loved
Was ripped from arms and chest
The only thing that held steadfast
Was Truth that never left
Truth cannot lie and will not leave
Her heart to fear’s demise
Truth shrouds her grieving vulnerable soul
With Love from Heaven’s skies
Truth lifts her trembling doubting head
And turns her face with awe
Plants deep within a greater peace
The Truth, she sees, is God
Inspired Ramblings 