Five years ago, a baby died.
My sister heard this story from the dad.
On the baby’s five month birthday,
He had vivid, unsettling dreams,
Including one of Elijah, taken up to heaven.
The next day, he told his baby daughter,
“If a man named Jesus comes to you,
Go with him. You can trust that man.”
Suddenly all the machines in the hospital stopped
And silence came.
No alarms.
Peace.
Their favorite nurse was on duty.
They bathed the body, free for the first time of tubes.
Jesus came to her,
And she went.
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