Waiting for God

By hedgehog1

Tue, 22 Aug 2017
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Old people all around me as

I sit in my chair reading.

A log fire burns in the hearth

 

Looking after so many;

Degeneration "tangles"

Killing their brain

 

Gazing dim eyed they're

Lost in their past.

Remembering their childhood

Forgetting last week;

 

It's impossible to reach them

They're locked

In a world of their own

 

Far, far away their mind now

Un-crowded

Uncluttered

 

They're

Waiting for God

This

Is their prize

Certificate PG
Poem
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Other Non-fiction

Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

Very bleak. Those who are truly locked in the past may find their own contentment - a prize indeed. It's worse for those looking on.

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you for your comments airyfairy it can indeed be worse for those looking on.

Edward

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

You perceptively and helpfully show some of what is happening – 'degeneration tangles killing their brain' and 'Uncrowded, Uncluttered', and the fact that that can bring a peace, and hopefully for some/many a peaceful waiting on and for God and his prize.

Understanding some of these things can help those looking on, and to try to direct positively and cheerfully the bit of thought that is there. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Rhiannon, I wrote this from personal experience having seen my friend Jack succumb to dementia over a period of years. I spent many hours sat by his side just listening to his ramblings. His ashes are buried in the Ararat Churches grounds in Cardiff and he is now in a far better place. Thank you so much for your understanding comments on what is an emotional subject to so many families.

Edward

 

Submitted by YaseminB on

Wonderfully versed and it is ended on a positive note. Very well done Edward.

Yasemin Balandi

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you for your positive comments Yasemin

Edward

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

This guy said he doesn't see God I said he'd been looking in the wrong direction. He said he can't find God well I didn't know God had been lost. He told me I must prove God exists I said He can prove it Himself.

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Is this a continuation of your "Situations" Tom Brown, which I have read and liked very much? It's like the old saying " The only funeral you don't want to go to is your own"

Edward

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

 

Thanks Edward. There is a second part "What Situation?" but of course it is very light-hearted and not at all an attempt at profound theology.

But yes I have to say I disagree, it would be great fun to attend your own funeral. Like Tom Sawyer and that. A spook. Or like Churchill? The same happened to Mark Twain himself- well almost.

Tom Brown

 

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Touche Tom Brown, Touche.

Edward