Dancing In the Rain -- Als

Sitting in a house . . . a home Across from a husband and a wife I look at her Saddens fills the orbs of her dark eyes Her breathing short . . . shallow inhalations Panic and fear waiting to pounce My heart pleads for her . . . be strong I look at him His eyes bright . . . projecting confidence, love Strapped into his wheelchair This once mighty man Is trapped in a body that betrayed him I close my computer Finished . . . dreams shared Hope and desires expressed A way forward captured Time for me to go . . . But the questions remain Life . . . Death . . . Why? Why him? His family? Why? I hear strokes on a keyboard A mechanical voice vibrates from small speakers “May I pray?” This broken man is not done I close my eyes feeling the moisture leaking out “Greet each day with a smile” “Dance in the rain” “Embrace love and rejoice” “Be strong and fear not” “There is victory over death” “Life . . . Eternal life!” This broken man with the unbroken spirit Is ministering to me, to his family Dying but still concerned for the living What an incredible love, a powerful faith Living and dying well Listening to his typing, I realize . . . I have no power over the eternal questions Of life . . . of death . . . But God does This limitation of my humanity is NOT So I can wallow in despair – NO! But so I can hope in God! Thank-you my dear friend I will never forget you Your words of hope and love Your faith Dancing in the rain. Note: My friend died six months after this meeting. David Meade Love Generously June 13, 2015