Our sufferings bring acceptance, acceptance brings hope:
and our hope will not deceive us, for the Spirit has been poured into our hearts.
It is through the same Spirit that we pray:
– Stay with us, Lord, on our journey.
He cannot simply get out
of his hospital bed
without two nurses, our hovering,
the belt that is buckled around
to lead him
where he does not want to go:
the steep and slippery climb
out of the ravages
of 86 years, the stroke,
his diminishing frame.
There is only so much fight left now.
It little flares
like the ember-rubble of a burnt house
where you once stormed
through the inferno
as a great Fire Chief
saving what life you could
where you did not want to go.