Descending

About the poem:I was at the hospital with Mother...she kept telling me that she see her family, God, angels. I thought it was the end...the goodbye moment.

 

Descending

 

 

isolated

she lies on a single bed

 

 

no waking ray

or soothing song permitted

 

 

she smiles

throwing bony arms to hold me close

 

 

I caress

her hands and cheeks with hope

 

 

but the letters

on her chart brandish thorns

 

 

for her

the shechinah is visible

 

 

like descending

pollen in the wilderness

 

 

 

shechinah=essense of God