When she kneels at the bed to pray
the monitors that beep the life that's over........the IV drips that try to sustain..........the life that simply slips away.
I murmur it quiet.............is there anything that I can get you?
the tears keep falling................and the woman-child who tries to bear it all whispers to me, "I just don't understand."
I saw her from the hospital door..........she was kneeling at the bed............the tears that fell like rain from a torn face.........the face that looked like the life had been broken...........the hard kind of broken
Hospitals with the noise..............the monitors that make it hard to hear......................she who can't speak breaths...............breaths in the pain..............her lungs expand..........and she sighs.......and this is the circle of life..............he is the young...........but the brain has stopped and their is the nothingness of the activity................and where do we go from the now?..............and I murmur again the soft words of "his ways are not our ways..........and his thoughts are not are thoughts."
She nods............and tells me that he is a good man.............the kind that knows his God.
Heaven's knocking............and after all isn't all of our days the numbered?
His glory is everywhere.........if only we could open our eyes to see..........she wipes the sadness from her eyes............wipes the hurt from her face..............the weariness shows on her face more than just today's..................maybe a lifetime of weariness...................I take my hand and place it in hers.................and whisper the silent words...........please God give her peace.........let her feel your grace
The breathing in of the pain..........the pain of seeing a loved one suffer...............we wait and we breath......feeling the boxed in and full................... full of the sadness......full of the emptiness.........knowing that the stench of death is near...................Why does the death seem so final? Maybe it's the me the one who craves the easy that doesn't really believe in Christ?
Who am I to stand here living life like death is the end?.............who am I that screams for more grace........when the world keeps turning and the people keep aching......don't I believe? that Christ is alive???
Can I truly believe in a world where people do suffer?
Christ knows suffering..............the kind of suffering we will never understand....
the woman-child looks back at me and smiles.............at the waiting place............where the two of us just sat.............sitting.......just the being...........without a word..............sometimes the best words are the words unsaid.........the kind where the Holy Spirit can do it's thing.............the kind of thing that is where we know that Christ lives!
She's the knowing...............knowing that she is walking...........walking away from the past and the pain...........and I watch her as her feet glide across the floor..........she looks back one last time at me with her weathered face wearing the pain like armor..........and whispers thank you..............thank you for all you have done.............and I ask myself what is it that I have really done?
all of grace,
Robbie
(a quiet repost; while I worked the last few days and making room for another teen who's moving in)
the monitors that beep the life that's over........the IV drips that try to sustain..........the life that simply slips away.
I murmur it quiet.............is there anything that I can get you?
She nods............and tells me that he is a good man.............the kind that knows his God.
Heaven's knocking............and after all isn't all of our days the numbered?
His glory is everywhere.........if only we could open our eyes to see..........she wipes the sadness from her eyes............wipes the hurt from her face..............the weariness shows on her face more than just today's..................maybe a lifetime of weariness...................I take my hand and place it in hers.................and whisper the silent words...........please God give her peace.........let her feel your grace
The breathing in of the pain..........the pain of seeing a loved one suffer...............we wait and we breath......feeling the boxed in and full................... full of the sadness......full of the emptiness.........knowing that the stench of death is near...................Why does the death seem so final? Maybe it's the me the one who craves the easy that doesn't really believe in Christ?
Who am I to stand here living life like death is the end?.............who am I that screams for more grace........when the world keeps turning and the people keep aching......don't I believe? that Christ is alive???
Can I truly believe in a world where people do suffer?
Christ knows suffering..............the kind of suffering we will never understand....
the woman-child looks back at me and smiles.............at the waiting place............where the two of us just sat.............sitting.......just the being...........without a word..............sometimes the best words are the words unsaid.........the kind where the Holy Spirit can do it's thing.............the kind of thing that is where we know that Christ lives!
She's the knowing...............knowing that she is walking...........walking away from the past and the pain...........and I watch her as her feet glide across the floor..........she looks back one last time at me with her weathered face wearing the pain like armor..........and whispers thank you..............thank you for all you have done.............and I ask myself what is it that I have really done?
all of grace,
Robbie
(a quiet repost; while I worked the last few days and making room for another teen who's moving in)
