She Was She Is

Pain was amongst the close circle of friends

for she would visit with suffering faithfully

for 20 years.

Each prick and poke a tiny sting of death.

Each stay wondering maybe if her address

would change.

For each suction of life from her

a greater breath for life would exhale.

Those reactions spiritually, physically

would often mock the nerve ending

throbs and sandpaper edges.

Faith would often trump understanding

and mercies new with each sunrise

would reflect off her soul.

This is the first year of wiped tears

and dissolved sorrows and

understanding that trumps faith.

This is the first year of seeing

the One who took the sting out of death.

She knew more intimately his suffering.

She didn’t need to poke her

fingers into his wrist.

She put her hand in His.

In memory of Laurel Barrett’s Ultimate healing one year ago today.