My beloved opened the door
And my evening suddenly brightened,
Knowing he would be close with a listening ear
Makes handling the “nasty” less bad and more good afterwards.
I just don’t get used to
The evening ritual of torment
When my world goes dim from sickness
No matter the resting gone before, the mini successes (or so I thought?).
I was just sitting at the table
When my eyes pulled closed and shook
My head and neck followed next then I knew
There were just seconds to get lying down before all hell broke loose.
So I did run to the bedroom
Head turned to soften impact bedside
Eventually pulling the comforter over my broken frame
As the sputtering gave way to shouts of terror, gasping for air, legs drawn up too.
In waves the torment continued
Just when I thought I might cry for help
No words came when Steve came to my rescue
Trying to figure out how to get a remedy inside me as I twisted before his eyes.
Tis trauma for us both
When a Monday night isn’t anyway alright
For I will never accept that fifteen hundred of these nights
Are the way it should be forever, oh Lord deliver me please!
Try again the new this or that
Until we or the Docs get it right or even better
Til that night we will sit talking about our day eye to eye
Then ready ourselves for bed with a tender embrace as it should be.
Oh I know others have their trials
And I grieve for theirs with ours in there too
Let me know your need for prayers, Gentle Reader
Allow me to make good use of this time before the altar: His throne of grace.
My Jesus cares for me, for you
He loves us and lives for our coming to Him
No matter the reason TRUST: all will be new one day
Until then pray for me too, k? I am tired from this ungentle cross at my tableside.