I Cannot Let You Go
.....soaring into the sun
photography by girl tripped
Let the good earth cover you now,
like the blankets that covered us
when I was afraid of the dark,
when your knock-knock jokes
and bedtime prayers kept us
anchored until morning,
or let's go back to Myrtle Beach,
where you motioned to me
from a sunflash of waves,
and I forgot my fear of water.
My savior, you could not save yourself,
swept in a series of addictions
like those others whose graves
are honored with cigarettes
and empty beer cans.
“But they that wait upon the Lord
shall mount up with wings as eagles..”
Isaiah 30:41
I cannot let you go soaring into the sun
on eagles' wings – but I can let you
float swanlike on golden waters.
I can cling to dreams of graceful swims
as you beckon a far-off embrace.
For my sister Connie
July 16, 1959 - Sept 20, 2008
By Lisa Lindsey
© 2012 Lisa Lindsey
(All rights reserved)
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