"Leaden blankets weigh her down,
White hanks drape her leathery face.
Caught in the numbness of narrowing time,
Eyes blinded by gauze,
Robotic sighs echo into her coma.
Metallic hiss of breathing machine is the
Strange violence of modern compassion."
Some years ago, I would have been the first to tell you this, but now all of the deaths I have experienced, most recently my baby's, have got me just plain curious. I partly just take comfort in the scientific view of energy change, but there is a certain peace now, one which comes with a wonder that, in turn, overtakes the fear. I am beginning to understand that, just as I should be ready to meet my God, He will be ready to meet me, too.
White hanks drape her leathery face.
Caught in the numbness of narrowing time,
Eyes blinded by gauze,
Robotic sighs echo into her coma.
Metallic hiss of breathing machine is the
Strange violence of modern compassion."
Some years ago, I would have been the first to tell you this, but now all of the deaths I have experienced, most recently my baby's, have got me just plain curious. I partly just take comfort in the scientific view of energy change, but there is a certain peace now, one which comes with a wonder that, in turn, overtakes the fear. I am beginning to understand that, just as I should be ready to meet my God, He will be ready to meet me, too.
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