SENDING AN ANGEL TO MY DAD

 

Written for my father, James Arthur Ellis ... February 28, 1928 - March 15, 2021. Safe and peaceful travels.

 

What can you do when there’s nothing you can do?

Where can you be when it seems you can’t come through?

What can be accomplished when you’re supposed to let it go?

What is there to know when there is no way to know?

What can be done when you give it up to the glory on high?

What can you trust so that you and family can get by?

When the love is bigger than any actions that can be taken?

When mortal time and space makes existence seem forsaken

What is there for me to do, when feeling downcast and sad?

Perhaps simply … sending an angel to my dad

 

Yesterday in hospital bed, he laid in wait

Vitals were good, but other signs not so great

The morning came, and the text gave harsh news

Now there was something I knew I had to do

Get on the wet and rainy road, as fast I could

Crystal clear, taking action, hoping for the good

As I drove, I still questioned what I could truly bring

Like the drummer boy, I didn’t think I had anything

But focused on my mission, I brought what I had

Perhaps just a prayer and … sending an angel to my dad

 

Sending an angel 

Standing tall as we must

Summoning the faith

Surrounding ourselves in trust

 

Arriving at the hospital, it was a surreal scene

Something you see on TV or movie screen

Nurses, hospital room, hospital bed

My father prone … and my sister gently touching his head

Memories, concerns and tears arrive in times of life and death

With my eyes closed, I barley noticed his last breath

What can one do in moments when there is nothing left to do?

When the immensity of love is all that can come through

Perhaps just be, stay calm, and remain in the presence

Rekindling what exists in the still eternal essence

Peace would come in knowing there would be nothing left to add

Just this poem and … sending an angel to my dad

Sending an angel to my dad