Procurement
-Mick Ramos
Is her soul held captive
Awaiting us to set it free?
I'd like to think mine would be far away,
Sitting softly, against the serpentine walls
Of a small garden I once knew well,
Breathing in the scent of gardenias
Not confined, only a traveler taking rest.
Or I'd even like to stand
Body, hands, fingers all outstretched to the sky
Waiting, hoping for redemption.
Anywhere but here,
Trapped in the body,
Etched with scars
And wrinkles -- enduring
The laughter and smiles that now fall silent
Mapping a full life, a secret not in previous dictations
Watching the life spill out of the heart
Desperately trying to survive without the mind
Still beating without purpose to its owner
But vital to her last wish -- her last gift
It continues to quiver, persistent, but too weak to beat
Watch divine engineering, watch the skill of men.
Watch the end and the beginning
Like seeing His dove after the flood.
I've been told death is a part of life.
Watch it be a giver of life.
Watch her heart, they say.
But I say, watch yours.
Watch the sorrow, spare some space for solace
Watch your soul captivated here.
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