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The Threshold
 
The Threshold

I have stepped over the threshold
Into a foreign world,
And have wondered into a sea
Of confusion and obscureness;
Who will rouse me from
This nightmare of disorientation?
Who will lead me out of this fog?
Who will soothe my brow?
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 who 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:
Lift me out of this murkiness, this mist:
Look into my eyes; read my heart.
If I could speak,
I would tell you how terrified I am.
I sought you in my youth;
I yearned for your teachings.
This enemy cannot destroy me
when you are nigh.
He knocks on my door,
every moment of each day.
I will not give in to him.
You are my strength; you are my stay.
This tsunami has swallowed me whole.
I know you.
When it is time, you will come for me.

Selah

© Janice Bumbalough Marler
poetrybyjan@gmail.com
2004

By dolores39

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