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

1 comment:

Beautiful One said...

Carol, you are great.
God be with you!

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