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!
A small, daily dose
Of silent, still reflection
Does infinite good.
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.
