Friday, March 9, 2018

gina. she is greatest among us.

your body 
slain and laid low 
day in and day out 
you are under siege 
and yet you 
breathe in. 
breathe out. 
a prayer of thanks
to even be 
given the gift 
to breathe. 
pain is your company 
misery should be 
your friend 
and yet.
you use your time 
on your back 
to keep your eyes 
focused on your 
Maker, 
your Sustainer.
the weeks have turned into months 
the flight to Seattle has 
long passed 
nursing dreams on hold 
the oyster that was yours 
to seize 
now sits on the bed stand 
beside you 
along with the bed pan 
the water bottles 
and the orange containers 
filled with prescriptions 
hoping to 
offer relief. 
and yet. 
you rejoice and offer praise 
you step outside of your 
own failing body 
to rejoice with 
me 
as i am healed from my own 
ailments-
they seem  
are trivial 
in the presence 
of yours.
who am i that you would 
hold hands with me 
in my victory, 
making it yours too. 
who am i that 
you 
in the deepest depth of your pain 
can still say 
He is good, 
don't forget it, you whisper. 
i won't. 
i can't.
you boast in His glory 
every chance you get 
each staggering breath 
labored and pierced with pain 
is not for nothing. 
you absolutely luminate Him, 
you soft frail one. 
you radiate Him so fiercely, 
my eyes cannot gaze for 
too long, 
how strongly you reflect His glory so!!
your suffering is the 
most beautiful 
you 
are most beautiful. 
i long to be close to you, 
in your humble company 
because to be close to 
you 
is to be close to 
Him.

do not lose heart, 
precious one. 

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