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
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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