through hospital corridors
past darkly soiled sheets
through bloody, cold doors
where the comatose sleep
to your death-bed, afraid,
where you waited for me...
...but this time was different;
your eyes understood,
you said slowly, gently
“God is so good!”
Steven, this is one of the most beautiful poems about death I have ever read. "God is so good." What a gift that person gave you with those words and, through you, the rest of us. Lovely. So affirming. Conscious living, conscious dying is a beautiful thing to witness.
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