This work is dedicated to my life long friend Elena- who is the strongest, toughest girl I have ever known and who is now walking the road of cancer taking her mother home. Love you ET.
This frail body, these fragile organs,
this contained vessel, cell of muti-sytems.
How easy to end, how simple to die.
A hundred ways lend it hands-
to end a thing called a human life.
A thousand ways to go.
A single hole, ½ inch wide,
A knife slicing flesh ragged
A drink- calm, cool, turned savage.
Blazing liquid, fire to consume,
Ragged wiring producing charge,
All hell-bent on bringing hellfire’s end.
Cancer eating you alive,
Aches that call to that angel
Longing to go home, yet unwilling still.
All things to beckon that dark angel,
the unwelcomed monster, Death,
an enemy turned friend in the end.
So many ways to make one’s end.
So many ways destined on sending us
packing from one life into the next.
And all will go, one way or another.
This time or some other.
Mortality is as sure as the dawn.
What matters is what stands.
That which is true,
what is real survives.
God, in all His mercies,
That blimp on the map
of history upon which all
Who He is and what He’s done.
He’s bought us,
insignificant people of dust
To carry His mark, the everlasting,
bearing His witness,
claiming His cause.
Us, ragged people of flesh,
always running into the arms of death,
we are the chosen, His vessels
For what long time we have,
or little, we are redeemed,
the chosen bearers of forever.
And forever is all too near,
Though it may seem distant.
It’s but a beat, a single breath away.