Waiting In The Wings

I dreamt we sobbed together.
Anger stood at the top of the stairs and yelled at us.
We ignored it, told it to go away.
We were overcome with grief.

The miles driven, the time taken, the sacrifice.
The gut aches, the pain, that burned out feeling.
The smells, the sights and sounds, the compassion offered.
The welcomed prayers and hope for another chance at health.

And if that doesn’t come, then what did we learn?
What inside us carries us through the sadness?
Why do we suffer in the name of madness?
Is it all worth it?

When will our time come?
What will we suffer when it’s our turn?
Perhaps it’ll be quick, like slipping away in our sleep.
At that point will it matter that time is no longer on our side?
Who wouldn’t welcome divine deliverance?