Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Save Me Jesus

When she calls me she speaks of Jesus
and asks me if I’ve read the Bible
and if I’m a Christian yet.
She tells me she is dying,
in her “heart of hearts”
and I believe her.
I believe some part of her knows.
Like the day I knew I should have gone right
instead of left,
smacked by a white Ford truck,
driven by a man from the hills
who didn’t know the color of the light
or what day it was.
Blood dripping from my cracked nose.
A moment’s choice changed forever.
Somewhere I knew.
Just as she knows,
she is dying.
Slowly
losing her mind,
aware enough to know she is losing it,
aware enough to ask.
I try to calm her,
to tell her she’s o.k.
but I am lying.
Isn’t that what good Christians do?