one walks on her own
but not alone
into
cold waiting
rooms
ring of gold forty-three
years warmed by loving
hands against thin, limp
divider curtains
waiting
in prayer
folded
and enfolded
between friends
hands and feet
laughing
praying
bringing picnic lunches
to hard tiled
waiting
rooms
operating, incising, excising
precious life lines
infusing thoughts and functions
waiting
to laugh
and pray
and enfold each other
again
Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!
~Luke 12:22
This post is part of the One Word at a Time blog carnival on “much” this week. Click here to see even more great posts, prompted by the word, “much.” And it’s dedicated to my mama, whom God brought safely through surgery today.
