Walking into depths of an unknowingness, waiting to
envelope me in it's grasp, sitting here in admitting
at the hospital.
Having major surgery at eleven thirty, totally being
in God's hands, no worries, for either way it goes
will be fine with me.
Prepared for intense pain or heaven, loving the peace
filling my being entirely right now, writing all the
way up until it's time to go under.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem