Wayward cells grow
the shy speak, the far come near
love surrounds as body dissipates
defiance gives way to destiny
present dissolves from gift to waiting place
angels kneel, ushers ready to rise,
battle almost won.
His tears, moist on her parched lips
she rattle sighs
and her spirit soars.


3 thoughts on “Moments

  1. Melinda Kucsera December 7, 2015 / 9:36 pm

    I think my jaw just hit the floor. This is lyrical, majestic in scope and amazing word-smithing. I love every line for its sound, power and the way the poem crescendos.

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