There is beauty
In the sweep of his eyelids
Graceful as bird’s wings
He’s let go
Given in….
For these precious moments
He’s surrendered….
Past trauma
Memories of a dank prison cell
The bone cold chill of his cave
Agonising torture
Endless pain
Fear for his family
The oncoming war
Loneliness and separation
Trouble and strife
Gone,
Gone from him now
In these moments
She owns him
Body, soul and mind
Given freely
His gift of trust….
He knows he can let go now
And she will hold him
Enfold him
Bring him peace
Eyes closed in surrender
He trusts his life
To the healing touch
Of his beloved wife.
MargaretArlen ©️
Spring, Central Victoria, Australia 2020
