A crepuscular rendezvous
How do I feel seeing those elderly people?
living in a nursing home; helpless
most of them are in their wheel chairs
others are bedridden; decrepit
and some have Alzeimer’s disease.
How do I feel seeing them suffer?
like someone I visited this evening
those two nuns who used to be active
dynamic and creative in their ways.
How do I feel seeing others in pain?
some cry and have mood swings
they don’t know who they are
they just look at you as you are.
How do I feel seeing them soiling?
one has just notified the nurse
about his accident in his pants
‘tis really something to realize
they’re helpless like a child.
How do I feel seeing their loved ones?
watching them as they’re fragile
unable to say what they’ve in mind
a real experience to understand.
How do I feel when that time comes?
as I’ll be old like them without assurance
a man to be ripe in his age, thus far
oh, it’s the future that still has to come.
How do I feel when I pass on to life?
as eternity may speak to me directly
like a friend of mine who died suddenly
I leave it to God, the author of my life.
As faith makes me rely on God’s promise
resurrection towards the end in the life hereafter
His message of hope for all who believe in Him
a consolation, a gift that I’ll treasure more.
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