CROSSROADS (written eight years ago, with love)
by Marie Elena
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. ❤