Paper Wings.

 

I wrote this at Intermountain Medical Center in the CCU. My Father was on full life-support and completely incoherent. All I had was time and all I could hear was the ventilator pushing air into his lungs.

I wish I was a bird with paper wings
Snow capped mountain peaks
Marshmallow cotton infused skies

I wish I was on a horse
Riding fast and free
Out running my burdens – my wary heart
Weighing down upon me

Why does it seem so many are suffering
Experiencing profound grief
Yet my pain feels monumental

Oh Great Spirit, guide me
When sorrow comes
And it feels the hand of time should still
If only but for a brief moment in time

Don’t offer me comfort
When my soul is crying for absolution
And a sacred place to rest

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Photo Credit: Mary Rogers The Wasatch Mountains: View from my Father’s Room

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