PULLED TO BITS ( AN EASTER PASSION POEM)
Good Friday, late at night, phone call,
Baby is going to have to go on a ventilator,
Granddad reads lots of reports on prognosis…
Not a good Idea, morbidity rates a lot higher than anticipated.
Saturday morning, sitting beside my little one,
With wires and machines all around and
My head spinning around like a maelstrom…
And i’m holding her finger and sending healing vibes
Through my mind meld.
Later, less than 24 hours after being put on the ventilator,
She’s off it… Put back on to the warm air …
And then came Sunday, Easter Sunday and she is off…
Breathing, without any aid, and I can breathe again.
A true Easter story, and I’m sure God approves.
Copyright Dale Beck 2018.