By Rev. Ellie Stock Inside the glass a young man says his last goodbye, a phone call to his mother, vigiling outside, a cough and a sneeze now a pandemic disease, soon he is whispering, I can’t breathe— isolated and trapped by a ventilator machine, a masked nurse holds his hand to ease his pain… Read more »
June 25, 2020
Poem: I Can’t Breathe
By Rev. Ellie Stock Inside the glass a young man says his last goodbye, a phone call to his mother, vigiling outside, a cough and a sneeze now a pandemic disease, soon he is whispering, I can’t breathe— isolated and trapped by a ventilator machine, a masked nurse holds his hand to ease his pain… Read more »