By Kim Nelson, on March 9th, 2010%
“Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.”
~ Yehuda Amichai
In the midst of the trial,
The tunnel’s length and breadth
Swallowed up its ending light.
Or did our anger and our grief
Destroy that, too?
In the dark, we clung
We to He
You to Me
Me to You
Fear of death
~ Worse yet ~
Fear of life like this
Stopped us in our tracks
And then
Pushed!
Pushed us
To push back, push on, push through.
Stubborn will, paternal fight, future’s-sight
Love
Were all we knew.
And they grew
Until
Thanks to the process? … luck? … good will?
We found the happiness.
Always there. Never gone.
Hiding just behind,
All along.
By Kim Nelson, on September 15th, 2009%
Do you go there?
When you cannot be with me?
Do you seek fulfillment
In that place I cannot see?
Is your other world
A better place to be?
Go, then.
But always,
Be.
By Kim Nelson, on September 1st, 2009%
Cradling you in my arms
~ all six feet of you ~
Is easier than you’d think.
~
You,
This moment,
Are perfect.
~
It will be our last, this exchange,
Until we meet on a different plane.
~
Caught in the heroin snare,
You’ll leave this time, this place, this space.
And so I hold you here, now.
~
Cradling you in my arms
~ all six feet of you ~
Is easier than you’d think.
~
Letting go.
Letting go is hard.
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday...Cradle, Perfect, Snare
By Kim Nelson, on October 1st, 2008%
Another late night phone call.
Tears.
Fears.
Disappointment and Defeat.
Again.
Death beckons,
Seductively offering promises of ease.
Reality?
The odious trials of living it out are too obvious.
Enduring seems impossible, too painful, to him.
He’s near surrender.
Words fail.
Love…encouragement…support…ineffective.
Is there a way
To get him through another day?
Will the phone ring again?
*
Why is hope not injectible?
Why is love not enough?
