When God in his infinite brightness came
in infinite light through the window to
the room where you were dying and I was visiting;

when God with his infinite light came through
the hospital windows, disturbing the gloom
we had built, you and I, around this dying;

His salvation imposed and altered everything.
We had planned on sadness and loss. He destroyed the gloom
and the curtains with brightness. I hated how he came.

I sat with your unconscious hands in my hands.
And, in spite of Him, I emptied out the room.
You died there, mother. I hope you understand.