by Ruby Davis, published on her behalf. Update: Ruby passed away 5-14-17
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just stretch as far as my body would allow as if I am reaching for the first fruit from my mother's apple tree close these lids which are so heavy & weighty ignoring the dull pain from the dry exposed eyes that have seen far too much and give way to the light sensation float into the air and let my body feel the rush of cool relaxation venturing into the unknown longing for release from this tired body seeking sweet refuge in His love Copyright ©2006 Renee Fowler Working in the medical field, I all too often witness the struggles of the terminally ill. They fight with everything that they have inside of them, when the battle is finally over...I feel a sense of relief. I know that may sound horrible, but to watch someone suffer is far worse then praying that they reach that point of "sweet sleep". I personally don't know what it feels like to stand on the abyss of death and fall in. I can only guess that it must feel like a much desired sleep after reaching the point of sheer exhaustion. This poem is dedicated to two beautiful women who have touched my life, both of whom lost a hard fought battle against cancer while in their prime. |