Thick darkness creeps in
While the night rests still
Slinks up the stairs
Around the corner to her bedroom
It reaches up while she sleeps
And with cold fingers
It finds its place deep in her brain
And closes its grasp
Confusion falls like a cloud
Feeling fades away
Until limbs lie numb and useless
She cries out for help
Husband holds her close
Tries to understand
But words won't form
The darkness has claimed her prisoner
With heart pounding
He carries his bride
Out into the heavy night
And races toward answers
Doctors and machines
Spin in a blur around her
And they name the darkness:
“Stroke”
Deep in its prison
She remains captive
Mind and body held
By heavy chains
She knows enough to know
That she is prisoner
And fear comes to join her in her cell
An unwelcome guest
Daughter comes in the morning
Searches through the bars and chains
Looking for the mother she loves
But cannot find her
Grief binds itself to the Daughter
Settles into the vacant spot
Left by what is lost
And begins to sing its dirge
It visits the Husband also
Sings him its dissonant song
Breaking his heart
And crumbling his strength
In the unknown fog
It binds them together
Father and Daughter
Wrapped in strange chords
They reach together
For Grace Sufficient
And He comes to them
As He always does
And through the gray tones
Sung by grief
He sings a new song
A melody of joy
Each day brings new hope with it
The prisoner breaking free
Little by little
Chain by heavy chain
Her mind is freed first
Husband and Daughter rejoice
They have found
The woman they love
Her body comes slowly
The chains pull so heavy
She works with courage
Against each gripping link
And while Grace Sufficient
Holds her in His arms
She claims victory
One slow day at a time
3 comments:
What a beautiful look into such a traumatic ordeal... so glad you've got The Rock to stand on.
Thanks, friend. You're a treasure!
Great perspective on something so tough for all of you. We are so fortunate that grace is sufficient! Thank you for sharing your heart!
Bert
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