Timeless Freedom
A story inspired by the death of a client, while on shift, as a nursing assistant in home care.
Published in
Jan 25, 2024
Do you soar? Or only mock birds who do?
Blinded by the angels in the room,
yet I did not notice them in my slumber . . .
their motion to take him & his deathly chaos from us.
I am painted in homeless joy,
for where does a woman of no faith
put her joy in death?
In no suffering. In the void.
A life obliterated,
stained & tainted in suffering.
As each living cell ascends,
this is a man who tastes timeless freedom.
Light through stained glass is the truth he knows;
whereas I leave space to become enamored by
transcendence into no world beyond.
Oh, void. Oh, void.
How you beckon these bones.
