Friday, January 20, 2017


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!”


  1. 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.

  2. This can be taken in a number of ways