Time & Seasons

Season: mid of winter

Days were short and gray

Forecast called for weather

Snow and ice that day

Sunrise; early morning

Driving in to work

Lost control and swerving

Gripped the wheel and jerked

Colliding with a truck;

Of heavy duty tonnage

Her fragile vessel stuck

In the crumpled, metal wreckage

Seconds after that

A phone call; 911

Fire crews departed

And drove into the sun

With breakfast on the stove

A knock upon the door

Her mother in her robe

Collapsed onto the floor

Minutes seemed like hours

As they drove through slush and snow

Believing in prayer’s power

Her tears spoke; head hung low

Doctors described trauma

Closed head wound; life support

She’d slipped into a coma

Her outcome looked quite poor

Calling for a vigil;

Sunset, late that day

Pleading; life so fragile

“Heal her wounds” they’d pray

Night fell on their tears

They weren’t dreaming; it was true

Living their worst fears

Still, hoping for good news

The sun would rise and fall

Three more times and then

They’d make the dreaded call

Her life would find its end

But first, she’d save six lives

With the organs she would give

A gift; her sacrifice

Because she died, they’d live

Lined each side; the hallway

Walk of Honor; soul so precious

Dues they all would pay

As they wheeled her by in silence

Every breath was held

For a moment, time was stilled

Their pounding hearts did melt

As an ocean, tears then filled

Season: time to harvest

Her gifts of life she gave

Most beautiful, her sunset

And sunrise on that day

And hope of her loved ones

In her death, they can find reason

For everything under the sun

There is a time and season

Based upon the true story of Corrin Linkowski

Photo Credit: Craig Sterken Photography