Friday, August 10, 2012


My life has been on hold since recently fighting a life threatening infection.  It started so small.  I thought it was a bite, or a pimple, but within hours it began to spread and grow.  I began to run a very high temp and my DH took me to the hospital.  Before they could figure out what to do my body had gone septic.  When a priest calls in another priest to make her last confession, you know she is in trouble. My beloved husband never left my side and prayers supported me from across the country.  Well, they brought in an amazing surgeon who cut deep into the by then huge cellulitis and found the pockets of infection that had been hiding from the CT scans.  I didn't lose any important body bits and after more than a week on very strong IV antibiotics I was able to go home.  This all started July 2nd and I still don't have my stamina back.  I am assured that it will come back, though.  Meanwhile I rest, pray, write, work part time, and ponder how quickly life can throw a curve ball.  Here is a poem I wrote for my surgeon Dr. Charles M. Jones, III.


He stands,
strong hands working
pushing wedging
as the raw earth surrenders
her will to his.

He sits
wheel’s soft nocturne
accompanies his fixed gaze
careful hands touch shape
build graceful curves
reaching from earth to heaven
and the Spirit smiles

He stands
strong hands probing
pushing finding
life taking infection and disease.

He sits
adagio for pump and knife
in a sterile field
careful hands touch shape
graceful curves
as sleeping women
dream of lover’s hands
and bodies restored
and the Spirit comforts.

There is love here
in the shaping of clay and flesh
in the songs of whirring wheel and pump
in the strong and tender hands
in the compassionate eyes
of a man who knows
the indwelling Spirit’s voice

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