Lifted
Writings by Karen Garrett
Consciousness floats.
The soul slips away.
Circumstance separates.
This body is silent without being.
Lost
is the connection
to speak
to manage
to exist
This crumpled piece of person
is debris
to be lifted
to be rescued.
Cradled in hope
rocked by humanity
kissed by compassion
and held together.
This life
will sing sweetly
its own
lullaby.
