Of Vigils And Wondering

As each passing week, nigh, each dawning day, ticks on by I remain alert to that dreaded sms or phone call stating that the time has come for a permanent goodbye.

I dare not think too much yet react only swiftly to the heeded call, to hold vigil once more in hope of peaceful release, in terrific agonizing torture of what is yet to come.

As life fades from an earthly body, as heaven jars open its pearly white gates, I hear the faint ominous vibration of the stifled scream forced far below the farce of strength and fortitude that builds the non permeating wall.

Glorious eyes watch over while kindred hearts echo in unison for redemption and peace, in hope of a miracle.

I wait.