I am lost in sorrow without haste or end
lost in a feel of no touch no hearant laugh
My only wish to reach her with love's distend
and blend her pain with mine on her behalf;
Each memory of yesterday a constant want
like a ghost I wander in search of mother's touch
When will Our Father cease he volte-face gaunt
and realize that, "I love her, oh so much..."?
Oh hear this fever- prayer let her go to love
I know it's upto You , dear Holy Dove
So help her close her eyes, forgive each sin
and light the tunnel Lord and let her in
I know your compassion is straight as an arrow
so give her consent and please end her sorrow.
WHEN GOD IS READY HE WILL TAKE HER...HER LIFE IS IN HIS HANDS. WE WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND THE THINGS THAT GOD ALLOWS BUT, BY FAITH, WE PRAY THAT HIS PERFECT WILL BE DONE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND KEEP YOUR HEAD UP...SHE NEEDS YOU. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
That is a wonderful photo of your mother. And your poem indicates that she may be suffering and in need of relief from it. That is so sad.
Just this morning, my niece visited my mother, 1200 miles away, and put her on FaceTime with me. Although without a hat and at 93, nearly completely deaf and a bit confused, she was delighted to see me on her iPad that she cannot operate very well for the first time since I visited her in 2011.
Although you are passing through a difficult time, in future you will look back on this time as hallowed and sacred, perhaps nothing can be as personal and emotionally charged as the passing of one's mother. In the Islamic tradition, the Paradise lies at the foot of the mother and not the other way around. Peace.
A disquieting time filled with many emotions. Your heart is open in this, Vienna. These experiences are so personal it's difficult to find worthy words to offer and not just platitudes. I pray that God will give you and your beloved mother peace. Warm regards... r
Your ode to your mother brought tears to my eyes. When it was time for my mother to pass, which was past the time where she could see and remember, I prayed for her safe passing.
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Just this morning, my niece visited my mother, 1200 miles away, and put her on FaceTime with me. Although without a hat and at 93, nearly completely deaf and a bit confused, she was delighted to see me on her iPad that she cannot operate very well for the first time since I visited her in 2011.
Ron
Sandie