I don’t know if it was four days of Tylenol
Or fever
Or four days bedridden, . . .
But I saw my whole life in a vision
In a critique
God tried to touch me
I fear I don’t have the strength
To sustain God’s touch
Slipping back may have consequences
Too dire to contemplate
I had a glimpse
I have a vantage-point
I see where I have been
A part of me won’t be the same again
David Fekete 