The Testimony of One Who Found Himself in . . .
No Better Place
By Joseph Weilenbeck
If only I could tell you. If only I had heard.
If only I had believed. If only . . .
If only I had believed. If only . . .
The light and the voices in the room at last gave way to darkness and
silence. All pain, all feeling,
ceased. All sensation faded. Only a vague notion of movement remained,
though neither vision nor feeling survived to give credence to that
notion.
Thoughts of peace began to replace the pain and anxiety that had
finally released their hold upon me. And
with those thoughts, came memories.
Memories of comfort felt in my mother’s arms, of reassurance heard in my
father’s voice, of tenderness shared in my wife’s loving touch, and of joy
celebrated in play with my daughter.
