God's Seemly Dead! Poem by Michael Gale

No bread, tho' dead, awakened tho' somber...
Little breath remains within a chest so
still, yearning a few to hopefully fill.
Chest movement, slow and little...The health
of body, weakened but brittle.Cobwebs of
uncertainty inhabit thy head...Am i to be
lonely-dead? Limbs too frail and loosely
lain...N'ary activity of thy brain.Comatose
verily in thy bed...Life barely detected,
in thy head.A hopeful prayer sent up to
God, from others so loved...Answered by
movement, living so touched.

02-13-2006'.