
There is no practicality
I laid beside a stranger who was wheezing her last breath
Two things were not as we expected
My life
Her death
Side by side and equally alone
Curiously, our shared space perhaps was meant to be
I spoke with a woman who had but a few weeks to live
It was not planned or marked on her calendar
Curiously, she spoke with a calm confidence that this was her given time
She said honey trust me you just know
A man now bed ridden, his strength slipping away and out of his control
His strapping youth and forever quick mind he seemingly left at home
He hadn’t packed his favorite things for his stay at the hospital as he never planned to go
Curiously, when I told him I would see him soon he smiled with a simple knowing
No my dear, this is it for me and after this visit you probably won’t
I watched a little boy as color drained from his face, knocking loudly on heaven’s door
This isn’t how I see him, he plays and laughs, giggles and smiles
Get your hands off his little body, this, what is happening
None of it is what I ordered
Please, whoever you are that reaps in your dark and sudden ways
Take me and do what you will and let that little boy go
Through a tiny window
In a moment of life
I saw raw human souls
Horrific things, death and sickness that have forever shaken me to my core
I didn’t know what to do, I dropped to my knees
I held the hands of those entering deaths door
My heart was soothed, my eyes opened and my human fabric will forever know
This life
Our hearts
Those things that our egos think matter and we should know
Nonsense
There is no practicality
I sat on the fence of life and death watching souls come and go
There is only one thing you need to have as you walk through life on your way to deaths door
Love
Simply that, nothing less and nothing more
~Alisa Hutton