Arrows

Did I do this right?

Did I bear the Light?

I want to shake the feeling

That all I did was fight.

When the words grew sharpened tips

And flew like arrows in the Night,

Did I bear the shield of Love

Or let my own words take their flight?

Thanks for reading! Be Blessed!

Sick and Grateful

I’m grateful to be sick,

Though it’s not what I would pick.

When there’s nothing I can do,

I can really think things through.

How is it that I live?

Is there more that I can give?

Should I perhaps be more aware

Of my need for more self-care?

It seems my inflammation

Is a chance for meditation.

So while it’s not delightful,

It is certainly insightful.

And I’ll never disrepect

A solid chance to self-reflect.