Falling down the pit

swirling drain

I sink

I sink

call out to you

but you

kiss me goodbye and state,

“be well, “

“be well.”


Hospital Visit Cry

Jesus, my cry reaches up to you;

strength of my Lord, I ask of you.


Promise when you clutch,

white knuckled on the kings feet

tears are scattered gems

across the court, plead your case

help from the mediator.