Finding a balance between the hopes of a terminal patient and their family and the unlikelihood of a miracle.

The hope for a miracle

Keeps us divided

Between accepting the inevitable

And wasting our energy

Worshipping false gods

And chasing expensive options.

I finally understand

With my spasomed heart

The cost of idolatry

And Abraham’s pain

Over sacrificing his son

To a jealous deity.

JM

Death destroys the romance firing my passion.

Death defies my hopes, my dreams, my desires.

Death denies  my soul.

Death displaces my life’s lust to savor its every artifice.

Death is the serial killer sought on our posters.

Death is the fear that chokes off our shrieks.

Death is the muscle memory that makes us tremor

For the promised heaven of our faithless deities.

JM