"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Poem: This moment

He whose soul was woven into 
the fabric of my soul
has stepped out of this life
and into the next
without fanfare or fight;
one final breath released
and he was gone.

Now I stand alone but
supported on all sides,
wrapped in sympathy,
held upright by the prayers
and sadness of those who
loved us both.

I am numb 
and then I am weeping;
I am fine and then
I am awash in an immense sadness;
and yet the wind continues to
move the leaves above me
and the stars shine as before.

I lie flat upon the good earth
and draw in strength and courage;
I do not try to remember,
I can not bear the weight
of memories yet;
I breathe in this moment,
 only this;
I weep in this moment,
 only this.


abbeyviolet said...

Tears again. Missing you. Lovely lovely poem. Sending hugs.

Scott said...

Holding you and your children close to my heart and lifting you up to God ...

b said...

I love you, Debra. It's a beautiful poem. You continue to be in my prayers.

geriayers said...

So beautiful..............