He was waiting for God to turn off his lights, tired of living, aging had reduced him
to a pill-dependant pulp.
He had no love left in his life. His lovers had died or left him.
He had nothing to live for. He lost his zest for living.
Confined to a wheelchair in an uncaring nursing home, he prayed everyday for God to end his dreary, pain-ridden existence.
He’d lived eighty and nine years, been enough, seen enough.
Before he reached an agonizing ninety years, mercy arrived, and God turned off his lights.
At first his world went dark. Then it lit up with unconditional love. And he found eternal peace, unconfined and forever loved and free.
Bob Boyd
