Coma…a poem; if this touches you let me know…and if so, pass it on.
She lies so still. Her quiet breathing is the only sound;
Dreams of life held in the hands, the hearts of quiet hope…
While memories of years past run as a flood through the mind.
Each moment remembered a small jewel of a greater treasure
God’s precious gift entrusted to your care for many whiles…
Teaching lessons, giving love, wiping away tears, and bringing smiles,
Like a movie in slow motion it flashes past your eyes while you watch a part of yourself, yet growing, becoming so very unique in herself a thousand tiny things once forgotten overwhelm your senses as if, in the remembering, the pain can be pushed back, ignored but when you open your eyes she is still there as if softly asleep.
In all of this there is yet wonderment and hope brightly alive
For each breath is life, and time for another prayer to reach God’s ears.
Unseen angels surround her, keeping their watch, holding her hand
She is not afraid, for they talk to her in the deep silence of the room;
And she knows she is loved, by you, by others, and most of all by God.
She sleeps in peace, while there, in that small room, time has stopped.
And while time has stopped, prayers reign supreme, and love rules.
Soon,….she awakens and comes back to me as if she was never gone; prayer answered as expected and once more our love continues- bringing more smiles, lessons, tears…… watching each other growing and just being unique, listening…… and to my surprise she also heard those prayers of mine.
Acts 26:8 “Why should it be thought a thing incredible with you, that God should raise the dead?”
Jn 17:15 “I pray not that thou shouldest take them out of the world, but that thou shouldest keep them from the evil.”