The Threshold
The Threshold
I have stepped over the threshold
Into a foreign world.
I have wondered into a sea
Of confusion, and bewilderment.
This tsunami has swallowed me whole.
Who will rouse me from
This nightmare of disorientation?
Who will lead me out of this fog
Of confusion, and bewilderment?
This demon, called Alzheimer’s, has broken in
Like a thief in the night
And robbed me of my dignity;
This enemy has stolen my thoughts
But has not robbed me of what I hold most dear.
I am your child; you know me better than I do;
It was you that formed me in my mother’s womb.
You knit every fiber of my being
Together with your own hands.
Reach out to me Jehovah God;
Pull me out of this murkiness, this mire.
Look into my eyes. Read my heart.
If I could speak, I would tell you how terrified I am.
This enemy can not destroy me when you are neigh;
He knocks on my door every moment of every day.
I will not give in to him
For you are my strength and my stay.
I sought you in my youth,
I yearned after your teachings;
But you, my Savior and God,
Are my pilot; I know you.
When it is my time, you will come for me
Selah.
© Janice Bumbalough Marler
poetrybyjan@nc.rr.com
January 25, 2009
By dolores39
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