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Topic: IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL (don't write about the song) (04/02/15)
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TITLE: All�s Well - An Unspoken Message | Previous Challenge Entry
By Margaret Kearley
04/08/15 -
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(for those walking the hard pathway of Dementia)
My child, don’t weep,
The prison that you see
Is not the realm
Of my captivity.
Fear not, don’t weep,
As one forlorn, downcast
By what seems lost,
By all you believe has passed.
I feel your gentle hand
In mine entwine,
Come, let us walk together
For a time…..
Look not in sadness
On my misted eye
That may seem vacant
to the passer-by.
Its true, the sparkling life
not seen of late
May have been
Vanquished from the old eye-gate
But these eyes see
Beyond immediacy,
(Though hustling bustling life
Is lost to me)
I see instead the smiling face of One,
Who’ll walk with me
Until this path is done.
Look not in sadness
On my misted eye -
I see a brighter land
Beyond the sky.
Hear not the sadness
Of my faltering lip,
Where words familiar
Tumble, slide and slip.
Though conversation
Meanders through a maze
Just listen kindly
To each muddled phrase.
I may not form the words
I’d like to say
But I can still hear Him
And I can pray.
Hear not the sadness
Of my faltering word -
Beyond my tangle
His still voice is heard.
My child, don’t weep,
Instead now can you see
I’m not in prison
Or in captivity.
My child, don’t fear
As one forlorn, downcast
By what seems lost,
By all you believe has passed.
You’ve walked with me
Small steps along the way,
One final message
I would share today …..
These tent pegs of my canvas
Are loosening, loosening fast
And soon will come the moment
To fold up this tent at last.
My pilgrim days of travel
On this earth draw to an end
And I grip the Hand more tightly
Of my Lord, my Saviour, Friend.
The Golden City beckons,
And I start to catch the song
Of Glory’s Heavenly music,
And I know where I belong.
My Saviour leads me to His Light,
To where I long to dwell,
Yes, I know where I am heading
For my soul’s alive and well.
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Not only masterful writing, but a hopeful message to hug as loved ones cross slowly into another realm.
His still voice is heard."
Those lines in this tender poem, written by a writer with a lovely, understanding heart, fill my own heart with inspiration.
I knew a church elder whose dementia steadily reduced him to requiring 24hour care in hospital. He no longer recognised his loved ones yet could burst into song with hymns and psalms, praising God. His face almost glowed. He was an inspiration to me as a young nurse as I'm sure your tender, heartfelt poem will be to many.
Simply beautiful!
I feel your gentle hand
In mine entwine... On my misted eye That may seem vacant...I see instead the smiling face of One, Who'll walk with me Until this path is done. Look not in sadness On my misted eye -I see a brighter land Beyond the sky. Hear not the sadness Of my faltering lip, Where words familiar Tumble, slide and slip. Though conversation Meanders through a maze Just listen kindly To each muddled phrase. I may not form the words I'd like to say But I can still hear Him And I can pray...My child, don't weep...And I know where I belong." What an absolutely beautiful and truthful piece! I have printed it out.
God bless~
God bless~