Like the persistent widow, for months
seeks doctor’s answers, searches webMD.
This test, that test; all scans mere inches too low
to see the threatening tumor, invading bone,
holding spinal cord
in deathly chokehold.
Calmness, peace, courage, good cheer.
Knowing that some don’t wake, says,
“Don’t cry, Richard.
To live is Christ; to die is gain.”
Five hours under, prone, as surgeon
works to wrest control
back from cancer.
Laughter, wit, free conversation.
Getting a word in edgewise, for once.
“If you’re about to die, why would you fear man?”
Excited to be a witness, to make a difference,
to shine Jesus from every pore
in a dark room.
The doctor has measured up this woman.
Here is one Ready either way.
If the worst should come, she will be
taking care of you, he says, seeing how
she sets the tone for us already.
In every word, in every look, leading us
in faith, in hope, in love.
My beloved Mother.