Somewhere a life terminates:
flatline silence, electrical neutrality.
With that ending, family, friends
bid farewell, raw grief protrudes.
How, in that cold, dark pall
can strangers ask for life,
can mourners think, feel beyond self?
Only God knows this answer.
Years of academic, clinical preparation,
teams of seamless precision
pour out methodical passion,
battling time’s incessant beat.
Who’s to say what connections weave
when one body merges with another,
one family’s loss becomes another’s gain?
Time’s passing may reveal glimpses.
Have you ever stopped to consider
how this mirrors resurrection;
just might represent the way
God intends universe to function?
© 2011 Todd Jenkins
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