We have come to expect miracles, while voicing fears.
Today’s medical marvels, unsurpassed surgical skills,
Lead us to a state of assumed victory.
Yet, we pray…
Ask others to pray…
Yet, seem to trust the surgeons skill
More than the God who gave life,
Who designed and created these bodies,
Who has numbered the very hairs of our head…
And can repair without a scalpel.
“We got it all”
Four short words.
Deep breath
We relax
The surgeon has spoken.
Four words we expect, yet take for granted.
Given the miracles of modern medicine…
Gifted surgeons….
But this time an explanation begins….
Detailing steps taken,
Things removed,
Things found,
Things left undone,
Things damaged,
Things still deadly.
So sorry
What?
What next?
How long?
My ears can’t hear these words
Oh my God!
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