Scared

Scared

The biggest shock on Halloween

            was not a costume sight.

It was the murmur of a loss

            if my spouse didn’t fight.

My sweetheart’s health was failing then,

            his countenance was pale,

He stubbornly refused all help—

            I thought my heart would fail.

You see, I count each breath of his

            the life blood of my own,

And if by chance his heart would stop—

            despair’s grasp would be known.

And so I prayed and watched him close

            and fervently inquired,

That God would hear my heartfelt prayer

            and leave his soul inspired.

We turned to God—our prayers were heard,

            our fam’ly held a fast.

With patience and a lot of faith,

            the answers came at last.

Experience—the teacher true

            has given us a chance,

To view again our fragile state

            and see more than a glance.

We view now our mortality

            much dearer than before,

When we were faced with clarity—

            the unknown at the door.

I’ll hold him tighter and confess

            the scare it gave to me,

To watch him suf’ring and in pain

            my whole world ceased to be.

Dear Heav’nly Father, I thank Thee

            for love and peace sublime,

And hope that Thou might grant to us

            the gift of much more time.

(11-4-15)

(Nathan started bleeding internally from an ulcer on Tues., Oct. 27^th.  He didn’t seek medical help until Friday the 30^th.  He was hospitalized on Nov. 1^st.  After a priesthood blessing, several procedures, and watchful care—he is now doing better.)