Oct 012008
Another late night phone call.
Tears.
Fears.
Disappointment and Defeat.
Again.
Death beckons,
Seductively offering promises of ease.
Reality?
The odious trials of living it out are too obvious.
Enduring seems impossible, too painful, to him.
He’s near surrender.
Words fail.
Love…encouragement…support…ineffective.
Is there a way
To get him through another day?
Will the phone ring again?
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Why is hope not injectible?
Why is love not enough?
