How will he survive? How will he make it?
How does he go on — a head-on crash from
a car going in the wrong direction across a
divided interstate highway? What small talk
were they making? Surely they were old
enough and married long enough not to be
arguing about inconsequential things, it
can only be hoped about those last mom-
ents. Were they going to a medical appoint-
ment in the big city or a big night on the town
from their little town? Did they have those
“Little Town Blues” and yearn for the bright
lights of Broadway to help melt them away
for a night? She died, and if there is anything
for which to give thanks, pain-free, apparently,
hopefully. He remains in serious condition but will
survive, the serious people in white coats say. Will
this vibrant, energized, fighter for justice, so young
for his eighty years ever thrive let alone survive in
so short a time left? Kyrie Eleison.
Touching, thoughtful, poem … the harsh realities of time and moment … Kyrie Eleison, indeed!