My heart surgeon is out on furlough
I will nurse her myself until he returns
With firm hands of faith-enough
To resurrect the dead. I’m told.
When he returned, after I had held for weeks….
I hope to revive you into a type of awakening.
My surgeon whispered. Jesus is still real and we are still here
We are still here, my friend. He ended with.
I will always remember him by name.