The stress is crushing
Into my chest, my frame in flare
Old issues still wanting to be a friend
Screaming with the new ones, a symphony of suffering.
The stuff of life
Crowds every moment and then
The smart phone dies and hours are sucked up
In this Verizon store, that kiosk, then hours with online tech support.
My checkbook sighs
From neglect then a balancing act
Or nightmare as the expenses of preparation
Smell poorly like the “unscented” shampoo at the dog groomer!
Alas I confess
I have been here before:
A medical trip on the horizon
Brings hope but making it so: invites a nightmare.
For how does one prepare
With a brain on fire and infections too
Each vying for attention in the hours that remain
Before departing to the fabulous Mayo Clinic very soon?
Just breathe little one
The one inside that is afraid
Come to my rest my Jesus calls to my heart
Lay here your worries, your burdens; the time remaining is mine.
How fitting after Valentine’s
When I barely got to see my amazing love
That the Author of love would also come to my rescue
And all I have had to do is let go: let Him add the increase for the rest.
The rest. Hear that!
For the opening of this door
Was ordained for this season in life
The last medical records will arrive today. Go take a nap already JJ.