An Eerie Night
An ailing confrere moans in his bed,
helpless and willing to be at peace;
ready to go far beyond this world
and be with his Maker – all that he needs.
He struggles with his failing health,
unable to speak and share his sentiments;
his remaining thread of strength
attempts to impart his faith
invoking the blessing and power beyond
a source of grace, reliance on his compassion.
As he enters the last hours of his life,
breathing becomes so strong –
perhaps God and His angels
take him around in His spiritual presence
inexplicable, a mystery to recall.
While Medieval painters depict the soul,
with a smoke that comes from the mouths
of a dying person; he’s restless.
It seems the howling of dogs hover
in the neighborhood across the rectory;
like a musical background, gritty -
scary and frightening to an individual
an eerie night that seeks
to be nearer to God.
Copyright © Mark Escobar | Year Posted 2012
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