from the sleep of health.
It does not refresh
nor restore, but helps us
to endure the weighty pain
which illness brings.
And all that we would do,
were we not ill, is forgotten
in the drowsy spell
of deep and dream-tossed sleep.
How gladly we'd awake
to take our places in the world!
How long must we be patient?
No one can tell. Yet,
such slumber serves to show
what a gift it is to be well.
--Kindred Spirit
(My apologies for my absence, dear readers, but I have been under the influence of a particularly virulent form of influenza. Thanks be to God, it appears that I am on the mend. I send my best wishes to you all, and ask you to pray for my speedy recovery. May Almighty God bless you and Our Lady protect you.)
Dear Kindred Spirit, I am so sorry that you have been ill with the flu. I hope and pray that you will fully recover from it quickly now. Your poem is beautiful and full of truth and feeling. I have checked this site numerous times wondering about you. I pray for your wellness. I pray that you will continue to inspire untold numbers of readers. What you are unaware of is the number of people whose lives you touch every day. You have touched mine! With sisterly love, Hannah
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry that you have been sick. I've been worried about you. But I'm glad to hear that you are recovering. You are in my prayers. And your poem IS beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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The disease is also a time to rest and recharge.
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My prayers go your way for a complete recovery. Your post is beautiful and it is so true...our good health is a precious gift....sickness can also be a hidden gift when it is used as a means of grace and prayer.
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