Gisele Vincent-Page Poet Prose Poetry

God Touches Me

My shoulders are blades of flesh,
they hold my skinny arms

to hands that hold this pen
across this page as it reaches
the end of a long lived life
that was meant to bend fold
and remend.

But these feet have already
left;  I can feel it in my chest.
These lips want to smile the 
day away;  I have nothing 
else to say.

Knees to my chin, how long
has that been?  To crouch, cuddle 
what is now so thin.  Press and
pull, it all fits in.  

The warmth and the cool.  These
toes are not mine, they belong to
the sublime.  Up my pants you 
will find my legs spindly; a jelly
belly that shakes in my tummy.

My thin arms hold loops of skin.
They are far away and my head needs 
covering; but the sun warms my neck
and my face is full of laughter because
God has reached out his hand to me.

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Funom Makama June 11, 2012 at 5:57 AM This is great... I really enjoyed it. Nice to get such a blessing in such a beautiful monday afternoon. God bless you!

Sara Kendrick February 14, 2011 at 6:45 AM Very expressive work...I feel that it is about a person who has some kind of illness or has grown thin in the aging process..Enjoyed the honesty of the work..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work...The work was for a contest about "Yes, dear"..Imaginary...Sara

Gisele Vincent-Page February 14, 2011 at 6:00 AM Dear Gwendolyn, how perceptive you are. Thank you for not judging and just being there. The hardest part of both living and dying is to just BE. Peace, Gisele

Gwendolen Song February 14, 2011 at 5:45 AM If this poem is written from your perspective in first person, congratulations for being at the end of your journey and running the race well. Lovely poem. Happy V Day.