The hands glide and push back and forth
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Infirm
I recline on heat and ice
With pain killers, muscle relaxants,
And anti-inflammatories coursing
Through my body
As muscles spasm out of control
With every movement
There is pain
Yet, my heart soars
Despite being sore
The spirit can go to places Divine
In the midst of the pain
That transcend this temporal world
And ground us to what is truly important
And eternal in this life
Our bodies waste away
But our spirits will rise on the last day
Monday, December 07, 2009
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