Save me from an evil death!
Yes, but what?
Cancer. Always cancer.
Or the lungs filling, drowning from smoke.
Too brief a heart attack, or the bus on Michigan Avenue,
Now evil death be long and excruciating,
Lingering, wasting, weakening.
Or is it?
The days to know springs are slackening loosened,
The key slows evermore,
The nights to pray and pray and pray at length,
The phone to answer, the mercy to share,
The moments to wait for Gray Havens westbound
The bomb, the bus, the infarction
Rob us of such holy things.
Give us time and save us from evil death.