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When Sleep Came

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Your eyelashes moved the

air between us.

The lids which carried them

would swing open and shut…

open and shut.

 

And there, soft blue would

circle the light within you.

That little light of yours

that did shine…

did shine on us.

 

When we were with you

lower loves were called up

to the higher one.

Agape’ would surface…

it would surface in us.

 

Your family would see

your smiles spread across.

Sometimes you would

lend them to the rest of us…

to rest on us.

 

A language from above

you would speak.

A coo of your own tongue

would rise with our questions…

rise above our questions.

 

Without a first step,

without a framed embrace,

without a formed word,

you spoke to our lives…

spoke into our lives.

 

And we slowed down

down to our being

where the still small voice is

that voice you heard

that voice we hear.

 

And when sleep came,

it came so sweetly and

air slipped in and out and

God held our breath…

God held our breath.

 

For the Webb family

in honor of Aiden Josiah Webb

April 1st 2011

 

 

© Gerald Allen Barrett and parentheticallyspeakingin3d, 2012.

Sunday Rest

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The sun yawned it’s roundness.

The cardinals sung unto the Lord,

and the stars faded into the brighter blues.

Another dark night of the soul receded.

 

She lies sipping on air

and rolls ice chips with her tongue.

A foot tapping and arm twitch

under linen veneer.

 

She, in her bed,

can’t even get up on the wrong side.

But she whispers sweet everythings

in our ears.

 

She sleeps in pieces

and heavenly peace will come.

Time stutters and mumbles

while we circle her.

 

The waiting room cools

as the mourning star moves over.

Evening vespers settle in

and we tuck her in again.

 

 

For My Mother.

 

© Gerald Allen Barrett and parentheticallyspeakingin3d, 2012.