DEATH

Distinct distant thunder

Roars an ominous warning

Such is the bed we have made

Sterile ICU

Bed # 23

Comatose gentleman

His lifeless eyes

Electric REM tick

Doleful death mask

Sucking pump

Rhythmic ventilator

His chest heaves on queue

Forced life support

Futile brain dead form

His distraught wife

Gently kisses his clammy forehead

Strokes his matted hair

As if he would disintegrate

Gaping gunshot wound

Slices his heaving belly

Reality

A bloody mess

In human methodology

She wonders through her tears

If he’s there at all

Alas sweet lady

He left hours before

The busy Trauma Surgeon

Stern

Dedicated

Unfortunate lack of eye contact

Averted glance

Screams the tragic news

No need for shallow banter

She finally collapses

Succumbs to exhaustive grief

Into her brothers supportive arms

Standing tall

Despite his breaking heart

Attention now turns to final rites

His lifeless body

Chunked into the clay

Merely a ritual

Sacred goodbye

For those he left behind

Morbidly symbolic

No need for hysteria

Shallow questions

With no earthly answers

Time for thanks and praises

To Him who gave us life

The daily trek goes on

The living stumble forward

Death

A new beginning

To all He calls Disciples

The journey

Evermore

Holy adventure

No mortal chains can tether

Cut flesh leaves scars

Damaged organs

Cause mortality

The sanctified soul lives on

A gift of highest majesty

SELAH!

 

 

 

Proverbs 14:31-33 (New International Version)

New International Version (NIV)

Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society

 

 31 He who oppresses the poor shows contempt for their Maker,
       but whoever is kind to the needy honors God.

 32 When calamity comes, the wicked are brought down,
       but even in death the righteous have a refuge.

 33 Wisdom reposes in the heart of the discerning
       and even among fools she lets herself be known. ^[a]

Footnotes:

Proverbs 14:33 He

Reviews

[Valentine]

Bill, this can happen at any time as you and I know...the important thing is being prepared at all times to meet your loving Savior in the air..I wish more of this lost and dying world could find Him and know the love and peace He and only He can bring to a battered and broken life..Nice write..God bless...Valentine

[Chiquita]

This is a detailed journey. It was very good. I walked from the outside of the hospital room into the room. I stood beside the mournful wife. I felt his matted hair and his skin was cool beneath my touch. I heard the ventilator. I asked the question if he was still there and realized with her that he was indeed gone. I went to the grave side and heard the superficial questions of those surrounding her. I sensed the smiles of those who meant to offer comfort. I walked away with her as she left a part of herself in the grave. I sought comfort from the only one that can truely comfort. I took this journey through your words. You have done well.