Between the Silences
Thin pages; Crinkling-
Breaths of wonderment and angst-
Sitting in between the silences-
of nausea and pain
Another name called aloud-
Liquid fire enhanced-
She lies there just remembering-
all the times she danced
Sometimes her eyes they open-
but what does she really see?
Is it angels she’s looking for?
I guess that’ll be a mystery
I believe she hears the music;
as the trumpets sound on high-
For her lips they smile at times-
then, she moans a peaceful sigh
Her hands embrace contentment;
her breaths they ease along-
She’s fought this battle bravely-
her will continues strong
So I’ve prayed between the silences-
for God to arrest her pain-
and I’ve cried because she won’t-
my tears they’ve flowed like rain
This path we follow is narrow;
its edges a bit unstable-
but everyday is a different journey-
and proof we are able
So somewhere between the silence,
crinkled papers, nausea and pain-
Our hands embraced contentment-
as tears pour down like rain
© Lisa Hilbers
January 28, 2007
WArmly, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
I'm enjoying reading your poetry this morning. Between the Silences is one of those beautiful written gems that stops your heart. It captures the toll of sickness on everyone, especially the patient. For all the hope of relief, for those who watch, how many times does one take that back after the final breath is taken.
You poem is a huge sigh.
love,
Kathy
debra
Regis
I'm happy to be blessed by this poem this morning. As sad as it is it touches the depths of the soul and gives it purpose. Beautiful offering.
"This path we follow is narrow;
its edges a bit unstable-
but everyday is a different journey-
and proof we are able
So somewhere between the silence,
crinkled papers, nausea and pain-
Our hands embraced contentment-
as tears pour down like rain"
AMEN this is a beautiful Poem.
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Joselyn
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Michael
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