He lay in the bed
I had made for him,
emaciated, brittle;
the only part of him
truly alive,
more alive than anyone
else around:
his eyes.
His wife sits next to him;
serene, accepting, aglow
with his reflected light.
He fixed his gaze upon me
as he grasped my hand
with uncommon strength.
"I saw last night", and
gripped even tighter.
"I saw peace, and great light."
His arm shook, willing
his vision into my flesh.
"I saw, and was scoured clean.
I was purified!"
His hand fell limply,
and his head dropped back
on the pillow.
"I'm so glad I got to tell you...
I believed you would understand."
I believe you...
I understood what you saw...
and I bless your sandblasted soul.
The rust and grime
of a lifetime
weigh upon my spirit;
please pray with me
to your light
when the time comes.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 4:42 PM UTC
He lay in the bed
I had made for him,
emaciated, brittle;
the only part of him
truly alive,
more alive than anyone
else around:
his eyes.
His wife sits next to him;
serene, accepting, aglow
with his reflected light.
He fixed his gaze upon me
as he grasped my hand
with uncommon strength.
"I saw last night", and
gripped even tighter.
"I saw peace, and great light."
His arm shook, willing
his vision into my flesh.
"I saw, and was scoured clean.
I was purified!"
His hand fell limply,
and his head dropped back
on the pillow.
"I'm so glad I got to tell you...
I believed you would understand."
I believe you...
I understood what you saw...
and I bless your sandblasted soul.
The rust and grime
of a lifetime
weigh upon my spirit;
please pray with me
to your light
when the time comes.
One of my Hospice patients from years ago. I can close my eyes, and see the brilliance in his, even today. Thanks, Roy.
2-14-2011 JMF
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