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Tender.
Delicate.
Fragile.

 

Life.

 

Abused,
misused,
or confused.

 

Life.

 

Sown.
Grown.
Not our own.

 

Life.

 

Two choices.
Only two.
A steady gaze inside
with all that it can bring.
Or adoration upward,
obeisance to the king.

 

Heartbeat.
Stop.
None.

 

Life.
No longer.
Done.

 

Brevity.
Spark.
Breath.

 

Silence.
Coldness.
Death.

 

All of us are headed,
without question, to the grave.
None among us has
the power of life to save.

 

Mercy.
His Life.
He gave it.

 

Lose.
Your life.
To save it.

 

The decision is yours.
He gave.
You can have true life.
Only believe.

 

Jesus, you are my Life.

 

Craig Thompson

I wrote this poem July 26, 1991 between 8:15-25 pm upon hearing that my good friend Lorna Dee Lavender had passed away very unexepectedly while serving on a mission trip in Panama. My wife was her college roommate. They were best friends.