There is an occasion for everything, and a time for every activity under heaven:
a time to give birth and a time to die …” Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
Walking into the unknown,
this time I know I’m not alone.
It’s chaos and it’s dark,
but there’s this spark…
It’s the Light of the hand I hold.
His protection is like an aura of gold.
His peace calms the room,
cutting through the doom and gloom.
Death is ugly and unkind.
Death breaks us of our mind.
Every last bit of pride,
is flayed open wide.
The air is thick with sickness and death.
When will she take that last breath?
But then a moment of lucidity,
along with a smile of validity.
Mom, were you talking with Jesus?
Yes, He see us.
I love that Man she shares,
as I wiped away her tears.
Then she drifts back to somewhere in-between
as He calls to her, Paula Jean.