Saturday, October 15, 2011

Silence, Not Silent

Some would say
Life had already left the room.

I'm inclined to think
She was more alive than me,
Though I was the only one really breathing.

Her eyes wide open,
But closed to sight.

I suspect she was listening though,
For that ever familiar whisper.

That's why I sang her the Psalms
As she died, quietly and gently.

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