God's Waiting Room.
by Theresa ann curnow
Monday, June 18, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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God's waiting room. That's what these places are called; nursing homes; residential homes; care homes, places where old folk go to die but its not all gloom and death. Sometimes, the spark of life glows brighter when death is lurking....
Gummy smiles mask a long gone
where dreams and ambition raged
and hope shone in colourful
Now, memories hold those vivid
and photos show their unlined
but their smiles still lie beneath,
as age brings its cruel relentless
killing all dignity as bodily functions
and the mind crumbles and stutters,
a broken radio
Visitors are few as relatives sometimes
out of sight, out of mind, push the guilt
to one side
Death is always near, teasingly close, reaching,
Some want to go with death, too tired to
but others refuse to go, the spark of life
their smiles and laughter a testamony to
They eat and sing and drink and play,
and smoke. Why not
They crack dirty jokes and live life
to the full
They laugh in the face of old age and
spit in the putrid face of death
God's waiting room is a place that's
always full of patients
steadily moving up the queue
passing over into another room
and one day, not too far away
we'll be there.....
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|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I felt the hope and despair fighting for domination in this one and as each of us ages and the spiritual door to the other side grows closer our acceptance with grace is usually our only option.
|Reviewed by Theresa curnow
|I know what you mean Dan. I work in a care home and it pains me a lot of the time to see the life gone from their eyes. there is laughter as well but death is a constant visitor and old age is a cruel thing, a very cruel thing for those who suffer its indignaties. God bless you and your mum, Theresa.|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Theresa, you've touched on something we talk very little about and you've done it quite well. Our Mom is a permanent guest in a nursing home and you can see the quiet desparation going on each of the lives of those that sit and wait.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|am going through this with someone now. Yet it's not true for everyone. I've a sprightly 94 yr young neighbour....|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|God's waiting room, I like the terminology...Something I have not thought of, but in the future will use. A bitterly sad but true write.....
|Reviewed by H Cruz
|I'm in no hurry but when it comes I welcome it with open arms.
Interesting write. I sometimes wonder where we get our inspiration.