Is it ever possible to communicate experience in words?There is a very big difference between the experience of sitting by my husband in the hospital,holding his hand and singing psalms and  saying to a friend,I sang while my husband was dying.

Is it something about the point of view?That in my own experience I was inside,almost at the centre,of the activity whereas when I mention it to another person I am describing it from the position of an onlooker,seeing both myself and my husband from a distance.

And someone said to me,All those nurses and doctors,they will never forget hearing you singing…again as if we are looking at the scene from afar..

Whereas for me,I was inside the experience,singing softly sending out soundwaves which some other people could hear,but those people were invisible to me.I could see only what was in the cubicle

He was wearing the wrong kind of clothing

His awkwardness  gave him away

He wore a white mac

With  my footprints on the back

Where forever they will rightly stay,

He went out to Mass on  a Sunday

And confessed all his sins well before.

He  suffered from pride

And many women he eyed.

Whom he gave a warm welcome and more.

The religious folk seem to get tempted

By the sins that they  wrongly fear  most.

They think of smart asses

And lasses in glasses

When  of their salvation they boast