Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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To wish death, invited to leave
impose my will, stopping my heart
inflict again the mind crucified
on each day’s cross, escape the
random that repeats, to lug life’s
load in plastic bags, sustenance
against tomorrow’s terror, to see
feel again my inadequacy, my
competence on the line, leaning
on my crutch, where is my mother
my father, how much more can
they bear before they intervene
my advocate, forgive me Lord
thy wish not mine be done
humble my will below the stone
milling it, mercy fine, take it
unto thee, baking bread, breaking
it, emblems to witness that I am
willing to carry your cross ever
in remembrance of my friend.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    February 27, 2010
    Costa Rica