Slips Away

I’ve been thinking a lot about my sister Peggy lately, perhaps because her death is the subject of the first chapter of the book I’m working on. Yesterday the refrain for this Kyrielle came to me and then I finished the poem this morning.

8/20/15 update: Shared today for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night #153. Head over and check out some other great poetry.

Slips Away

Quiet descends on deep darkness
My soul housed in this jar of clay
Groans bitterly in God’s winepress
Her soul slips silently away

Regrets of wasted time oppress
Why did I wait another day
I am here now nevertheless
Her soul slips silently away

Over memories I obsess
Jesus come save her soul I pray
His peace descends on me to bless
Her soul slips silently away

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


27 Responses

  1. Very touching poem. Excellent form and you used it so well to express yourself and feelings in this. I lost my soul sister Peggie in May. I called her a week before she died and wished I had told her I loved her. I know she knew but….we always think there is more time. My heartfelt condolences for you.

  2. Hard when you know you could have made time but didnt, and then it is too late. Hopefully you can still celebrate the life you did share and take consolation on a future meeting.

  3. This is a very touching poem, Linda. So very hard to lose a sister & hard to think about why one waited….. I think after a close person’s death we always have such questions. Why didn’t we say this? Why didn’t we do that? I am sure as she slipped away He was waiting for her!

  4. I have also lost a sibling and can relate to the feelings you express. I agree that we will always be left with the regret of not having spent more time with them.

  5. Oh, Linda, this really struck me. I also lost my sister and ask myself so often why I missed chances to be closer to her (we had a turbulent relationship for so many years.) This is so beautifully expressed.

    • I used to think I wasn’t old enough to be losing people to death — especially when I lost my mom when I was 23 — but I guess now that I’m over 50 I better get used to it. It does help to write about it. It keeps them alive just a little. Peace, Linda

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