Wednesday, January 25, 2012
on learning life's lessons the hard way
How is it.
When all you can do is cry,
look up at that sky,
and ask why.
employer demanding seven days a week
leaving before the sun rises,
walking in the door
after they've all gone to bed.
The children stop asking
if Dad's coming home tonight,
and that wife of his,
with that selfish, all too familiar
and in addition to all this,
there's his four day-gone away weekends,
relieving his sister,
assisting hospice in their care for Grandpa.
What it must mean, wiping the poop off your own father's bum,
off the bathroom floor.
But there's that reward
of a smile,
that once in a while
glimmering glimpse of recognition
of his own son.
A lesson given
of what it means to endure.
With all your might, mind, and strength.
How could this happen,
we all wonder.
This stress fracture to her hip
and still so young.
Stuck on the couch now
internet word games, the dog
her only companions.
All she ever wanted.
To be the mom she wants to be.
To help pay the bills,
To run that race they planned,
And just when she found her joy in movement, too.
Wondering now what her future holds.
While she waits.
while she heals.
And all he wanted was to play with that ball,
with his friends,
on their team.
first with that hand of his
being out for a month and everything.
Then the crash,
landing him hard on the hardwood
that game two weeks ago.
And now with yesterday's MRI confirming
his own stress fracture to his poor aching back,
he learns a lesson the hard way;
accepting what is given.
My own secret admirer.
This fearless woman, pinnacle of success
epitome of strength,
beyond generous and with a heart of gold.
Yesterday's shock of the phone call and email.
I sit there on the bed,
speechless, warm lump in my throat
that I still can't seem to swallow
while she lies there in that lonely hospital room,
tube down her throat.
While this aggressive
battle rages on.
Her world turned upside down,
she searches her soul
and most of all
fighting for her boys.
All the while
holding onto hope,
trying to fight, to not fear.
To trust Jesus.
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." Matthew 11: 28-30
"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. " John 14:27