The forbidden knowledge of an Angel
Led to the anticipation of having Sight,
Whereas Faith alone did not make him a
Believer in any burdened Cross,
Nor any crown of Thorns atop the head of
“The King of the Jews.”
Nor did his lack of Sight allow him to believe
In anything but himself, where angels and
God himself were only an illusion.
But he witnessed enough throughout his lifetime
To at least acknowledge the difference between
Life, Death.
So while he sat on his white, unpadded hospital bed,
With an IV in his bruised arm and a nurse by his bedside,
He continued to ponder the concepts and complexities of
Life, Death,
Until his heartbeat slowed and the
Angel of Death wrapped His wings around
his exposed, disbelieving soul.