What more agony
can one precious
body
take.
How much loss
can one
by one
we bear.
Not only the
dying body of
our beloved.
Slowly, oh so
very slowly
wasting away.
Her to trip
to glory,
stripped of earthly
glory, of any
finery;
characterized
by pain beyond
endurance.
Our bodies,
we who wait
while she
travails between
earth and heaven;
our bodies too,
wracked with
sorrow and grief
display their
limitations.
Our grief etched
scathingly in
our muscles, our
heads that pound,
our stomachs that
twist.
Our minds that
circle round and
round and round
again.
This one
whom we love
so dearly
her death
so dreaded,
yet now
strangely anticipated,
longed for even.
How to endure the
suffering of watching
this family writhe
in the grip of death.
We long for her the
sweet release from
all the torture of
day after day
unrelenting pain,
We long for her
to reach the arms
of Jesus,
to be as she was
so gloriously created -
whole
once again.
This time completely
fully,
alive,
no more pain,
no more tears.
And finally,
done forever
with death.
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