"Uh, Barb? Could you feel along my windpipe?" PLEASE, say you don't feel anything.
"Sure." Eyes squinted, concentration.
"I feel a big lump. Does it hurt?"
"Yeah" Oh, crap.
Who says great minds don't think alike?
When you held the tumour in your hands,
pray tell, what did you feel?
Did this help you understand
that death is close, and real,
or did you ken this fact already,
knowing what had gone before?
Will this help you hold and steady
the jumper standing ‘fore the door,
the man who does not want to go,
but knows that fate just will not wait?
The man who wav’ring, wants to know
what lies beyond that gate?
Can you tell, and channel grace
to the soul who fears what he must face?
Music from Guster, with Do You Love Me (click here if your device doesn't bring up the video).
This song has a history for us...every Christmas, Albuquerque puts on the River of Lights, a twinkle-light display at the botanical gardens (nope, didn't happen in 2020). The last one I was well enough to attend, I head this song over the speakers. Caught some lyrics, looked it up, and absolutely loved it.