CROSSROADS (written eight years ago, with love)

punk
James E. Powers, Jr. 
September 23, 1952 – November 19, 2010

He stands between the living and the dead,
as ailing lungs no longer understand
the expectations of a heart in dread,
not willing to let go of all it planned.

Though comatose, his mind exerts its will,
Not giving up, nor knowing how to cope;
As loved ones, keeping vigilant, instill
An ember of illuminating hope.

Sad we cannot return to days of old,
Of playing ‘til the streetlights called us home;
Now, heart-in-throat, we watch events unfold;
Our desperate pens add chapters to his tome.

Yet, God imparts His own life-giving breath,
to give eternal life that transcends death.

(c) Marie Elena Good, 2010

Psalm 139:16. … all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

“…  just around the corner from the light of day”  ~ The Boss
See you on the other side, Punk. ❤