The following poem I wrote in honor of a writer, who at the time,
had been cared for by Hospice. Shortly after I wrote the poem,
he passed away. The poem is dedicated to all who suffer in
illness, terminal or otherwise and for those who are the caretakers,
for they, too, feel for the person who is ill. ~ Annette ~ |
We see life
in every moment
every flicker of light
We walk through
every dream
every prayer
every day
every night
We grow
in every instance
with every cell
in illness
in being well
We breathe
essence given
by family, friends
by what we perceive
by what is felt
from beginning to end.
We give
we live to love
We pray
for those
who choose
to stay
or go.
We pray
with strength to stand
firm and strong
aid the weak
help them see
our love to assist
to honor
fulfill their need
to be comforted.
Life shifts
motivates
moves in light
the flame, the spark
fading flicker
moves in dark
nesting into
what may seem
silence, stillness,
endless dreams.
Power, wisdom,
we walk within
circle of existence
harmony with earth,
with affection,
reflection
breathing life
breathing words
of love and grace
of tender care
for whose breath
needs to feel
to be comforted
for the strength
for that minute or hour
or day or night.
We see
we walk
we grow
we give
we breathe
we live to give
to love to pray
every night
every day
for you.
©Annette Nasser
2003-2008
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