A WELL TRAVELED HEART

Tag: fear of death

  • MISSING

    MISSING

    The Lord’s Prayer went missing today
on my knees no words to say.
Often a name, a place 
evaporates as I reach for it.
Whole chunks of books I’ve read
when opened, I’ve lost the thread.
 
I used to drive with knowledge sure
of roads from today and long ago
my sense of place, a source of pride.
That map in my brain is gone.
This troubles me.  It isn’t clear 
what’s normal.  What I should fear.
 
I trust the journey - friends, family, God
and if I must – will seek in books, maps,
stories, prayers to fill my lips
and ease my grip upon this world
and what remains – the precious gift
of days and hours, I ‘ve yet to claim.
  • FLYING FREE

    FLYING FREE

    To go in a puff of feathers, a glory of days,
    Soft as clouds of air
    Gone – gone – gone.
    There are worse things,
    Lying there
    Suffering in white sheets – tethered to machines’
    Endless beeping – intake and outtake monitors -
    The blue of fluorescent lights pulsing about you.
    A constant parade of people checking, checking, checking,
    Reluctant to let you go in case they might save you.
                ‘For what?’ is the unasked question.
                ‘For what – please?’
    It’s late in the day for golf.
    Americans fear death like quiet.
                Both are becoming hard to find.
                Shop Rite makes me bless my deafness.
     
    Feathers and glory
    It isn’t all bad to explode out of life
    Black feathers against a blood moon.