Wondering About Things Done--a poem

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter… ©

If you’re dying young,

a white-sheet lump,

lying still in some strange

fourth-floor bed, the pain

not so bad that you can’t

think,

as I once did,

you wonder what it means

that you did not do

the things for which you hoped.

When you are old,

and you are dying,

but without the deadline

marked upon a page of days,

on the wall

of a fourth-floor bed,

you wonder what it means

that you did

the things for which you hoped.

John Robert McFarland

johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com

The “place of winter” mentioned in the title line is Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula [The UP], where life is defined by winter even in the summer! [This phrase is explained in the post for March 20, 2014.]

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