a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

She Waits, Alone

Days strung together
Pills in cups, a visitor
Daytime t.v. drones in background
Where am I going?
When will I arrive?
What is this for?
Peaceful purgatory
Reckoning with the eternal
Distracted by pain and tangled mind, body failing
Turn the corner and surrender
See the assurance of things hoped for


Glorious Terror