I can still feel your hand
A weak squeeze
Dry skin against mine
Still hear the machine
Pulsating in the background
Providing you oxygen
Still feel the humid breeze
Blowing through the window
Ruffling strands of hair
Still feel the oppressive heat
From a late summer day
Permeating the room
Still feel the furrowed brow
As my fingertips moved
Across your gray hair
Still sense the sadness
As life slowly slipped away
With each passing breath
Each strained breath
I sat with you that day
Next to your bed
Next to your frail body
A raspy word, barely audible
Emerged from your lips
“Water.”
I imagined what it felt like
As I raised moistened sponge
To your parched mouth
Brief refreshment
A soothing moment
Amidst the pain
I hope my presence
Did the same
A moment of peace
Soothing peace
For your parched soul
Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty. – John 6:35 (NIV)
© 2019 CGThelen
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Great poetry. Keep up the good work.
Thanks. Blessings.
A memorable and life-changing moment. God gives us these gifts.
So true. The time I spent with her for several years including that moment was a gift. Blessings.
Yes. It was…
Blessings, friend.
This brought a sweet memory I cling to often of when my mother died. It had been nine days and each one we thought was, “the day.” It came with all the sounds one expect yet the moment her soul passed on there was a quiet like I have never experienced. She was gone, left her dress of flesh, the sickness, the mental anguish, the sudden breathe only to fall away and return for a second, only quiet was left. It was a heavenly moment and I can still feel it today as I type this comment. Thank you for such beautiful words that describe it.
I like the way you describe it, a quiet moment. Such a vivid memory. Thank you for sharing your personal experience. Blessings.
This is beautiful and very well-written Thanks for sharing!
Thank you. Blessings.