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July 19, 2020 - November 10, 2022
We’ll call him John Since we don’t know the name he’ll never be given John lies aside Silent Perfect, almost His mother no longer carries him His father does not hold him The doctor and nurses are turned aside Called to other concerns Their next patient Their next challenge Their next death For John, you see, is dead He lies ignored and unrated On a cold metal table Or a cold plastic bin Destined for gruesome metal bin Unwanted Undignified That John bears the image of God Disregarded by all in that cold, empty room Disregarded by all, but God Who at this moment welcomes John home Though prematurely As He would welcome John’s parents Should they ever come
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John A poem by Peter Rhebergen Download the book Each New Day a Miracle Bible Studies How to Study the Bible Life is Wonderful Photography Copyright 2024 About me |
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