Janet Lynne Layne Poem by TerriJo James

She kept drifting
Dreaming when awake;
Too worn out to stay awake anymore...
Wanting to talk
Logically, but it didn't work.
She couldn't rationalize.
Couldn't think clearly.
Faith is a tough word to believe in when that happens.
I have never seen death creep upon our family so
Quietly, so unwelcome, so young-like!
Faith keeps hope alive.
She keeps drifting, Lord!
When will you heal her?
Do I have the faith to help heal my own sister?
Will you let me be your healing touch?
Will you help me keep her alive enough to
Make her want to live?
Subconciously, Lord, she doesn't want to.
I don't want to.
I want to come home, Instead of her.

6/18/93 10: 45 PM