They wheeled her into ICU,
Cancer running through her like flames.
For three painful years she’s endured,
Praying only God’s will be done.
What if this horror is His will,
Some sick diversion from boredom?
Above, the angels pray daily
To escape His divine notice.
No such blasphemy does she hold:
Her faith has endured as has she.
The hands move slowly on the clock.
I imagine Him still plotting,
As she, hands folded on her breasts,
Silently sings His due praises.
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