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