Shekinah Glory


Dementia
February 18, 2011, 11:33 pm
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Little substance
is ripped and stuffed
across this cage’s floor.
Even shuffled and pecked
it contains no new knowledge,
not to hold or to love.
Scattered, fragmentary stories
and partial words
crumple up fetal,
hoping to brush against
old contexts or nostalgia.

Each moment here
is a pause,
a long puzzled look.
Maybe in those seconds
a decipherable
tongue stuck name
emerges whole.

Friend, daughter or lover
can no longer etch
the extraordinary
in granite form,
nor will their parades
honor the memory
of courageous acts.

Somewhere equations
trail off unsolved,
ships float off
into dead space,
piled in boxes
pictures orange and fade,
questioning looks
turn blank and turn away.

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Great insight. Thanks so much for your thoughtful and loving poetry.

Comment by specialgathering

Reread the poetry and now I’m crying. Again, thanks. You cannot know how much you bless me and Dad.

Comment by specialgathering

It was your post that made me think of this.

Comment by pastorofdisaster

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My mother and grandmother both died of Alzheimer’s, 13 years and 31 years ago. The pain of it is still fresh. You’ve captured it exactly. They were gone 3 or 4 years before they died, except for those inexplicable flashes that hinted they were still in there somewhere. I can only hope when they lost their minds, those minds were found by God and preserved.

Comment by abbiewatters

Carol’s Father-in-law is going through this right now. So, that is why it is such a present thought in my mind.

Comment by pastorofdisaster

Thanks for the thoughts. It is something that I don’t hear much about in the ministry, but something that we deal with so much.

Comment by pastorofdisaster

The second and the fourth stanza are chock-full of bang; poems within poem. Very well done.

Comment by Doug

Thanks Doug.

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