Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil;
for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff,
they comfort me.
Psalm 23:4
(Lady Butler, 1881)
The other evening, as I once again attempted to fall asleep…
sleep which is maddeningly elusive…
…For my mind wanders all around….
“was that my phone ringing?’
“how much more can his body take?”
“will tonight be the night?”
“what was that the nurse said…”
“should I just stay up there?”
As now there is the talk of moving Gloria…
as her own dysfunctional family wrestles on that…
attempting to pull us into the web….
On and on it plays throughout the night,
all the while I yearn for sleep…
The thought of an old black book with brittled yellow pages
surfaced to the forefront of my consciousness…as words from a different time
began to recite…
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