Dear God

This is written from a hospital room.  My strong willful dad has been shrunken to a 6’1” 143 lb Skelton.  Just a body fed with a tube in his side.  He says he wants to die (especially when he wants a drink or food).  To be unable to taste a bite or to feel the coolness of running water, must be unspeakable.  He must be so scared hidden inside listening to his children speak as though they hate each other.  Yea Dad was someone that walked to the beat of his own drum, and did not know how to show emotion except angry ones.  Daddy is so far away though I sit at the end of his hospital bed watching him sleep.

Dear God

He was not the kindest man
He was the one you chose
To be our dad

Now he is so frail
Looks so lost
Searching for our names and feeling so sad

What is it that he would want
Sister wants to place him here
Brother wants him over there

God I know that we all love him
Sometimes he doesn’t know us
But Lord we refuse to come together
We refuse to share

He lays here waiting for another place
A place to call home
A place to belong

We argue, we cry
Tearing each other apart.
This is so wrong

Lord, clear his mind
Help him to choose you
Then you would be his guide

He needs you so much
We all do too
Please give us your peace to abide