Grow Bloom Wilt
I was in a hospital bed surrounded by doctors and nurses.
Losing consciousness, I felt myself dying.
I had a terrifying tryst.
In my mind’s ear, I heard God ask me to give an account for my life.
In my heart, I felt his anger. I had to purify my life.
I pleaded to live. I came back to the doctors and nurses.
Psalms 90: 7 – 9 (King James Version)
7 For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.
8 Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
9 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.