My Dad was Dying

I fell on the floor,

Because I saw my Dad dying.

Agony’s bony fist,

Pounded my chest,

Again and again,

While the knife it grasped,

Plunged deeper,

Ever deeper,

Into my trembling heart.

I rose up from the floor,

Only to fall

Helplessly again,

Onto the sofa.

My wife’s tender hands caressed my face,

While her tender words caressed my heart.

I prayed and I prayed and I prayed.

Then I heard the Holy Spirit (of God), Speaking to me:

“Try being lovingly kind to everyone, And trust Me.”

I did.