Thoughts in Waiting

It is currently nearing two in the morning and this Sunday evening certainly turned out differently than I expected. I don't even know if what I'm writing will make sense by the end of this post. I am in the waiting room at University Miss. Medical Center sitting with some friends who's son was in a serious accident this evening. Praise God for a better report than expected amidst a saddening circumstance to be in the hospital, their son sedated. He is doing well with minor injuries and should recovery safely.

While the initial news I received was far more disheartening, it caused me to reflect on life, or maybe even death as I am sort of cross paralleling it with a close friend's grandfather who was sweetly relieved to Heaven this week. It's perplexing how a view of the same thing can be so subjective. I have a poem assignment on content of my choice. I wrote of this.

Struggle against or embrace relief, 

A subjective view

It matters not,

Control is void

No matter the force,

It won’t relent

It assumes its role, 

To ensure a finite

It has arrived,

Adieu