37 My love is the thought of a slow peaceful demise.
Posted by sarahsmiles on February 20th, 2007 filed in UncategorizedThe violent crash of error and rash acts,
the endless interventions of uniformed professionals
of terminal disease, each has its attraction,
but for others–televised and mediated.
But for me, last moments are a worship
of life, in its last moments. When the hope
of respite are beyond recent memory
and the release to come is uncluttered and unfrantic.
A surcease of worldly intervention and care
in the watchful arms of death, fragrant and welcoming
in that timeless moment stretching infinitely between
two lost horizons of memory and oblivion.
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