Jeannie is still with us, her body waiting for the full effects of the brain cancer to end her life. Days at our home are very quiet. She still wakes enough for short visits or talks. But mostly she sleeps.
In late 2019 and early 2020 Jeannie penciled a few prose poems in the daily log we keep of medications and changes in her condition. She gave me permission to publish them, as gifts to us all.
Sunday December 29, 2019
The sun is golden on your face
Your eyes ocean jewels with twin black pinpricks
Don’t cry, it will be light a while longer
God, you are beautiful.
Tuesday December 31, 2019
I belong here yet, even as I belong to you
And need to spread the gospel of belonging to my family and friends
Oh such rest I find in belonging!
Sunday January 4, 2020
(after a stroke put her in the hospital overnight)
I invite you to peer over the lip of your cascading losses
Welcome the uncertainty
And notice how you love the sharp clean air up here.
Dangle you arm into the cold water
To write words on a stone.
I will weep with you.
Tuesday January 7, 2020
I am rooted
In your love,
I am bathed
In your grace.
Friday January 10, 2020
You are spiritually face-blind, dearheart.
I’ll come get you, bring you to my side.
The crowd is confusing, I know
It doesn’t matter who they are
Stay at my side
I’ll explain how to find me, how to find my own here.
Monday January 13, 2020
There you are!
I’m glad you heard my voice.
I love you and miss you when you are not by my side.
We have much companioning to do.