From the eyes and heart of Leah as she lay dying….interpreted by my spirit in that I knew her very soul.

Every Breath…

Dreams of dying circle like vultures in the black skies of doom.

Well wishers gather in tight groups, pessimist whisper across the room.

Pain consumes the entirety of my body with every simple breath.

Hope fights the darkness; one more hour; one more day without death.

I lift my hands in praise to Jesus; for I have by His grace made it this far.

Even before this illness…this crushing illness, I accepted Jesus into my heart.

So I fear not of dying, for I know that greater is my heavenly reward.

Therefore even with every painful breath I take; I shall with my lips forever His name forever praise.

• Authors note….though these words were penned by me tonight…I can assure you that they were the words of the spirit that belonged to Leah my late wife. She possessed greater courage than I think I could ever know…
• Therefore in light of all things and with the knowledge and love that you each possess, I want to encourage you to share not so much of your money but of your time with Hospice…there are many who walk this path utterly alone…souls lost and dying without the touch of love…be that love is my plea.

Passions fires are built on love…Love is born of the spirit and the spirit is bequeathed by God.

J. Allen Wilson 1/7/2009