As it will

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Worried he’d die,
hoping he would,
angry he might,
sad he could,
confused he had,
thinking he should—
tired, so very tired,
chaos, regret and guilt.
Why, why, why, we ask,
but does that really matter?

We are so very, very
we very human humans,
and ought as naught
we hear that clock tick
’til the dawn comes ’round again.
Thus they melt, one to the other,
next and next and next,
until that day by the hospital bed
when it all focuses in, even easier
than it had once slipped away.
Let it go, you are,
that’s enough, let it go,
just breathe.
Again.
Hear that?

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Thank you for reading As it will. I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain, and as always, I look forward to your comments.

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3 responses to “As it will

  1. “you are” …I interpret this as living their life with that person in this moment
    very important spiritual counsel to all loved ones

    • And you’d be right. Live in the moment, the moment is sufficient unto us. Trying to withstand the complex barrage of feelings, emotions and worries that can bombard you in the heat of a tragedy is nearly impossible, so retreat into just the moment. And while there, breathe, just breathe, just listen to it going in and out. Let the cares rage and swirl away, around you now, not inside, wreaking havoc. It will be as it will.

  2. Amy

    Indeed. When I was standing over the hospital bed watching… I thought part of me was dying.