Once, so full of life
Now, breath by breath
Making room for another life
Not in a vain way
But to have lived through so much
To have carried her cross the distance
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
Little she wanted in life
Nothing to want in death
Except to go home
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
No more evil to fear
No more valleys to walk
No death to await
All goodbyes have been said
Her angel has come
Sweet sunlight falls across Thelma’s face
A new star will light the Heavens tonight
Note: Thelma was a hospice patient. I sat vigil with her last week. She died on July 1st. I read the 23rd Psalm to her before she died, not knowing it was her favorite scripture, which her great-granddaughter told me afterward.
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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2 thoughts on “Thelma”
beautiful poem, Don…
nothing to want in death, except to go home…
nothing to want in life, except to go home…
the heavens are shining more brightly…