Prose - In Her Time of Dying


As you suffer
We suffer with you
Yet you smile
And say
“The only part of me that hurts
Is the part that won’t let go
The part that cannot say goodbye
The rest of me
Is with God
That’s how I can bear the pain
You cannot imagine my strength
Because nothing in you
Will let go of me
And I love you for that
But you need to let go
Then you will feel my strength
And my peace”
And so
It is time to let you go
Heaven needs you now
Grace has opened her arms
Jesus remembers his vow
We witnessed in you
What we heard from preachers
Because God’s spirit moves
In the life of holy seekers
Even in the throes of death
When all hope seemed lost
What you saw before you
Was the promise of the cross
And in the agony of fear
Where grief turns hearts to stone
You softened our hatred of fate
Because we knew you weren’t alone
In the pureness of those who seek mercy
We felt the light of heaven’s judgment
Leading you to the promised land
Let us not delay this final triumph
To live as preparation for death
And yet begging for one more day
Is no longer in our hearts
It is time to make your way
“You will be with me in paradise”
Jesus said as he ignored the nails
Let the spirit blow
And fill your holy sails
You taught us how to live
In your time of suffering
Never again shall we want
Because we heard faith’s bells ring
She was the strong one
But now they look to you
They need a Father's strength
And your love too
You carried the torches
Of life and death
And your children could see
Illuminated by love’s breadth
In the midst of hope
You reached for faith
As the answers you sought
Are hidden in God’s grace
The question of the moment
“Will she be resurrected?”
Will be answered by God
When all our prayers are collected
He will read them one by one
As each witness testifies
And he will know of her
Because holy truth never lies
Overwhelmed by love
And the belief in his word
The test of life was accepted
And his heart was stirred
A cool breeze from the spirit
A smile from the son
The Lord has passed his judgment
The angels will welcome her home

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Comments 7 comments

JadedLove 5 years ago

I don't think I tell you enough, but I love reading your words. I don't always comment cause I don't know what to say at times of feeling. You truly are an amazing soul. Voted you up and A,B. Keep your energy flowing my friend


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Hey man. I truly appreciate your words on this one. First of all NEVER feel an obligation to comment. We're all busy. It's the same for me as to you your work. I see it posted up and think how I want to acknowledge it. You are on such a prolific pace at this time in your life and it's obvious you are very driven and I'm glad you are putting it on Hubpages so we can all see what is inside you.

As for this one it's unfortunate that it ever saw the light of day. My college roommates wife is dying and I have that helpless feeling that we all do when we see how we can only stand by and watch it happen. She is a Christian believer (I have my personal beliefs and I pretty much keep it to myself; I can't prove anything so why preach about anything other than the golden rule; or that's my logic anyway) and I wrote this from her point of view. I gave it to my roommate and you know... what could he say? He's suffering immeasurably so he said thanks and went back to the horror of it all (Melanoma). I have my feelings and I'm a pretty straight-forward communicator so this is what I do.... it's a small thing compared to someone losing their wife or a child losing their mother (which is what is happening in this case). In the end it's about hope for more instead of just being dropped in the ground and left....


JadedLove 5 years ago

I am sorry. Loss is something all feel I know. Blessed be my friend, it is an honor to read your thoughts and feelings as well. I wish I had some words of comfort but I know all too well that I don't. I can only send light and love your way and hope that the painful suffering isn't too much.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

That's good enough... everyone feels the "I have no words" moment in times like these. I guess in the end we're all just riding it out and hope for a smooth landing somehow but humans don't leave with dignity often enough....


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Hillbilly Zen 5 years ago from Kentucky

You found the words, Suburban Poet, and they were lovely. Your friend may not be able to express it to you now, but you've given him a treasure.


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jeremytorres 5 years ago

Awesome prose!


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Hillbilly Zen - Thank you. It's tough... she passed away in the night.... I added a final part. The poem describes a bit of the transition that occured this week; her pain; the decision to stop treatment and then the end.... it's brutal... what can one say?

@jeremytorres - Thank you... this one means a lot to me...

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