Saturday, November 19, 2005

after watching the Sea Inside - 2004 best foreign language film - about euthanasia

She reaches up from her mobile prison for a warm hug

Cold fingers, weak arms, aching shoulders, soft scent of Knowing comforting her little girl

Loving words dissolve over the long-distance phoneline from her dragging tongue still trying to speak

Mother of many who listen to her wisdom lying on dad’s king-size handiwork having tea and home-made cake

He curls her carefully cut hair according to his color-coded diagram

Carpenter fingers, gym-trimmed triceps, graying chin still dishing out kisses to his lifelong bride

His humbled words echo when his faith runs low still trusting God for hourly grace to persist

Father of three who buried two, obediently loyal to his Creator King receiving his daily bread


I tell our stories in foreign tongues, singing to aching hearts, smiling at hopeless eyes

Touching the palm of His hand when these memories stick in my throat, my head against His chest feeling our shared breath rise up and down

Pain, suffering, loss―His merciful tools still shaping my sensitivity to the mercies of a full life in His love

Pa, Ma en liefling kind ―available servants to the One who makes gallaxies and babies

1 comment:

Jason Mayes said...

Leani, I have enjoyed your writing. I am not sure if you know, but I am in Dr. Burns' class with you and enjoy the questions you bring up in class...keep up the good work...we are almost at the end!