The Ambulance Waiting Out There . . .
The smell of medicine remained once they
Had told her tender lies and taken her outside.
They gentled her and took her straight away
To steps the ambulance gave as her guide.
Before this they had told her it was just
A visit to the hospice where her bed
Would be attended well and she could trust
Professionals. This woman I had wed
Five decades earlier was not a fool.
She quietly accepted what for them
Was only sweet white lying, nothing cruel.
No Jesus would appear with healing hem.
She paused and turned to us and spoke. “I love
This world.” She reached the ambulance above.
~ Phillip Whidden