much ado about waiting rooms

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.