Ink of Faith
A short poem reflecting on survival, mortality and faith, recalling a stark conversation in intensive care where a patient’s choice to sign becomes a powerful symbol of hope.
In Intensive care’s precarious grip,
Solemn doctor reveals life’s choice.
Sign this document, an erstwhile plea,
Just in case you don’t wake up.
The weary patient inquired,
What are my chances?
A percentage required.
Fifty-fifty, the stark decree.
In worn despair, patient implored,
Ignore this potential warrant of death?
The doctor stared, unwavering, stern.
Your chances then reduced to none.
Concluded talk. Document signed.
Two years later where are we?
Exchanged warm looks, a voice sincere:
I’m living, breathing, still – here.
Sacred Thought & Moral Reflection
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