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Beautiful beyond measure, life, and death, much to treasure. Woven words of comfort, truth, and hope; sitting "vigil," may no one die alone!

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In Vigil: Notes from a Hospice Life, A.J. Land reflects upon her work as a hospice social worker, caring for people who are ill and dying. This is the type of daily work that fosters endless introspection and floods of emotions. Poetry is the form that allows these very human realities to find voice and shape. At once personal and poignant, Vigil recognizes the universal nature of death and loss; A.J. Land hopes to provide words of comfort for others at the time they just might need to hear them.

I picked up "Vigil" because I'm fond of poetry; however, I also picked it up because I am taking certification coursework to become a hospice chaplain. Like A.J. Land, I am amazed to love people for a living, which is a gift that keeps giving!


"Vigil" is priceless and precise, not vague, filled with insight—truth spoken in cadence, measured just right. There is resignation and acceptance when dying, a longing to contribute until the body insists on rest.


"Vigil" removes the fear of dying and equally shares people's avoidance. Some don't want to get too close; they want to avert their eyes, but, for A.J. Land and I, we want to hold the dying ones' hands, listen, take in, absorb, and be present so no one dies alone.


This slim volume of poetry is filled with warmth, depth, hard truths, and hope. There's more to life than our bodies; all questions will be answered beyond death's door. Sometimes, in the eyes of those actively passing away, you can see life to come, clear as day, beyond the veil that shields us.


As this book's last line(s) state, a last breath is as "natural and holy as the first." We need not fear or avoid the elderly; those with dementia are still worthy of our care; it is best to listen, learn, honor, and cherish the grey-haired among us. They lit the world for us and light the way still.


"Vigil" has depth. It's a book to return to again and again. It's a gift for those in the process of dying, a gift for those watching a loved one pass away. It's a gift for those in the height of their "glory days" and an excellent reminder to number our days, too. It's a book to inspire and encourage others to sit or stand beside the bedside of those passing away. To bear witness and to hold a hand. To talk, watch, listen; to be still and know. Truths are revealed, regrets are laid bare, and life wound down to a place where there's no longer anything to hide or fear. Acceptance leads to peace, and resolutions are found so that to pass is not a burden anyone carries alone.


This book of poetry is an honor to read: one woman's journey, everyone's truth. Words beyond compare that befit a topic of transitions, ever afters, and things to come. Not faith-filled or religious, and yet downright glorious! A five-star rating (I wish I could give ten.) Thank you, A.J. Land, for sitting "vigil" and inviting us to sit beside you, holding space for others to do the same.

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Synopsis

In Vigil: Notes from a Hospice Life, A.J. Land reflects upon her work as a hospice social worker, caring for people who are ill and dying. This is the type of daily work that fosters endless introspection and floods of emotions. Poetry is the form that allows these very human realities to find voice and shape. At once personal and poignant, Vigil recognizes the universal nature of death and loss; A.J. Land hopes to provide words of comfort for others at the time they just might need to hear them.

absolution

I rinse my feet.

The day hangs on, unyielding, glue and plaster.


I once heard absolution comes by water.

Where is my baptism?


Reality has become too harsh

upon my skin — leathered and callusedheart brittle,

young bones already old.


I come to the dying, or they come to me.


Either way, I am not the person of yesterday.


Their knowledge is deeper than mine,

accessing truth I cannot.


Their eyes, pools of hard-fought wisdom.

Finished asking or needing like the rest of us


they are actively,

peacefully,

contentedly,

resigned.


A tapestry laid out before them, examined,

square by square,

their lives are color-full and rich,

cocooning their hearts while bodies

slow to a crawl,

requesting, or demanding,

rest.


Your light begins to dim,

your skin starts to cool,

and those who love you cannot bear it.


I am silent, your hand in mine,

keeping space for all that cannot be said.


I sit your vigil

because you are real and true and here

because there is beauty even now

especially now


because I pray someday

someone will sit mine


because no one should die alone.


I watch you die

and have all your questions answered.


And I wonder, for the hundredth time,

what it's like to be you.

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About the author

A.J. Land is a poet who is also privileged to be a mother, a spouse, and a social worker for the ill and dying. She is constantly amazed she gets to love people for a living. She is a seeker of the good and beautiful; her hope is readers can find some of the good or beautiful through her words. view profile

Published on October 20, 2023

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Genre:Poetry

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