Gods Patient

inside the empty
whirlpool of warming salt mind
the cold rain dies,

storms rage & calm
inside the pale blue eye
a souls resting place,

a mingling liquid
identity undermined
myself crucified,

all touch is turned off
my sweat electrified
by death's monitors,

daylight left ajar
darkness warming by the fire
my choice unseen,

then through
the 'thank you's
I hear nurses,

laughing
at my patience
with god,

knowing his
almost ran out
with me.



John G.Hall(C)2004