Numbered days fleeting, slipping her grasp…
Molten gold-laden and fading into glory;
Silver voice diminished but remaining in aged rasp…
Labored sad-singing, her one ending-story;
Broken memories lost, drifting in time-lapse…
Old dreams dimmed in head turned grey and hoary;
Death agony caused by misfiring synapse…
Pain messengers released, intensify longing for glory!
Old woman’s secrets locked away with a hasp…
Open! The beginning then the end of her story;
Faith with sure hope secured, doesn’t lapse…
When Old Woman fades to joyful glory!
joyindestructible 
Sad poignant poem. Death is an unavoidable way that all men must pass through. Even though old age comes with a bag of challenges, I pray to age gracefully and hang in there till the very graceful end. Amen
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Me too,jacqueline…:0)It’s not easy but I can’t imagine growing old and facing death without my Savior and Friend. There’s something wonderful for us to fix our gaze upon during the life-phase of final-letting-go. I was hurting yesterday. Maybe it is too sad?
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Sometimes, it is good to let all the emotions hang out there. It is some sort of exorcism.
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Yes especially, for us ladies who need to talk everything out.:0)
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Very sad but beautiful in perspective. Death: The Last Enemy. Good thing we know the One who conquered him. 🙂
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Hi Jacob, I think I made this too sad. I’m not knocking on death’s door, as far as I know. I was in a lot of pain yesterday and it came out this way. I don’t want to upset anyone. Vasculitis is very painful and I can’t help but consider death sometimes, in the face of it but I am not without hope and that hope is what I wanted to share. Today, my medication is working and I’m feeling better. Still someday, I will pass into glory. I’ll step off this planet and be with Jesus.:0)It’s the stuff in between that’s hard sometimes…
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I’m so glad to hear you’ll be with us a while longer. I do think the poem was very sad, but I think that’s also the power driving it. I wouldn’t change it.
Good to know you’re doing better and feeling better. 🙂
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You followed me yesterday I follow you today.
Thanks so much.
Keep visiting Me.
I Promise to come to You.
I recommend you to read my post : “Thus Spake Jesus : Love thy Neighbour”.
Amen !
Shiva
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On one hand can be joyous. But goodbyes are always sad for both ends and if care is not taken, fear takes its beauty away. Nice post Pam.
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Thank you. The fear of pain, suffering, and of being a burden on the people we love is daunting even for the most devout believer…and those goodbyes…
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I ban you from sad poems anymore.
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Well…I can’t make any promises. Even joyful Christian ladies get sad sometimes…I’ll try to keep the tempo up!:0)
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