Wednesday

Meek and yet indifferent poise

The exterminator came today

Though thought, she was so welcomed in

My mind, in disarray 

 

The morning came, rested, awake

I found my bride in tears 

What became of glorious praise 

Confusion, reared so clear

 

The limp, the sag, the pitiful jaunt 

The text sent to relieve 

What’s this, who said, that can’t be true

Intransigent and deceived

 

And hence, the plea, we haven’t much time

The glory road has passed

Then rage set in, another way

Before the die is cast

 

The calls, despair, the frightening truths

Too dastardly to conceive

That hope had lost its foot, assured

That truth, must be believed 

 

We heard the roar in stark defiance

The slayer caught off guard

It came and went, the room stood still

The chilling future, hard

 

Insanity took its rightful place 

Our princess on the ground

We huddled close to hear the “voice”

Submission, was to be found

 

The tears, fought back, to show my strength

As needles pierced her skin

Her life in ebb in front of me

My wife, defeated, chagrined

 

The shave to the skin, poke after poke

My peace turned from ire to rage

Dutifully done, the poison begun

As life turned its next wicked page

 

Lifeless, she lay, what was priceless, undone

As her mother left sobbing, despaired

And onto the stretcher, was carried along

As if no one mattered or cared 

 

Moment by moment, we had said our goodbyes

To late to turn back the clock

So, off in the “hearse,” the slayer took off

I felt as though time had stopped

 

The planning was done as lessons were learned

The gift from our God clearly seen

That what had been priceless for ten solid years

Our precious, our Abi, our queen

 

Death be a mystery, we cannot evade

And suddenly left in bereft

She came and she went, no time left to go

Like someone committed a theft

 

And all that was left with the cries in the night

Was the promise of God that He’s near

He’ll provide and protect, when life closes in

In Christ, we’ve got nothing to fear

 

So often, the story, she passed, get another

It’s easy if you don’t just believe 

That she was perfection, so blessed by our Savior

Substitution, the mind can’t conceive

 

We wonder, in glory, if ever shall meet

We’ll leave it to God to display

While here, for a moment, the love that she gave us

Reminded on every Wednesday