Wondering


Waiting on the gurney under a clean sheet,
exposed,
naked,
vulnerable,
waiting to be transported for his procedure,
alone fearing the worst that can happen
for his body was to be cut deep,
the outcome unsure. 

His life on track so many plans,
the months filled with duties and places to go,
a life in the fast lane going round and round,
each rung of the ladder came with a price.

Until the day the doctor looked concerned,
then without warning his life truncated without warning,
so little by little he came to understand,
that yes,
his mortality was something sure,
death no longer something far away,
for it could be his time today.

In the room cold,
lights too bright,
the laugher of those preparing
an affront to what he was facing,
a body that betrayed him
soon to be wounded in order to heal.

He looked at the syringe placed in the tube
knowing soon his mind would go blank,
not knowing if he will ever wake up.

So he closed his eyes waiting for oblivion,
his last question no one heard:

"Lord are you there?"