. “You also, BE PATIENT AND ESTABLISH YOUR HEARTS , for the coming of the Lord is at hand.”James 5:8 Oh , Patient one, you wrestle with your skin You call me to help, I ask “Can I comfort him?” Seventy times, or maybe only seven , he calls for turn and tuck I… Continue reading Co passion
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Day 5 Taste A COVID morning prayer
A meditation on day 5 as a COVID nurse in quarantine The toothpaste could be mortar The coffee grounds could be dirt the porridge in my bowel could be crumbled fall leaves The water could be vodka I would never know . But that you told me to taste and see it is good and… Continue reading Day 5 Taste A COVID morning prayer
Retreat Day 4 Smell
A meditation from Day 4 as COVID nurse in quarantine Smell .. The rose from a friend sits by the bed. He called it the “rose of Sharon. ” But it is not , it is a long stemmed red rose with thorns. It is beautiful But I cannot smell it. Is it a rose… Continue reading Retreat Day 4 Smell
Retreat Day 3 Empathy
I see them . no damn Einfuhlung ! I feel them .. I feel all of them , lined up over the year. All those patients who I bent over like a cook over a pot. “Oh dear you feel so hot, can you smell this/ can you taste this ? No worries my dear.. this… Continue reading Retreat Day 3 Empathy
Retreat: Day 2 Fever
A simple meditation of a nurse in COVID quarantine The burning fires have come inside me. Those of of the demon and of the divine. Like dueling fires of the prophets of long ago, a campfire is set inside my soul. ‘ it will takes days to burn “ they say. “Bring the hydrants and… Continue reading Retreat: Day 2 Fever
Retreat: day 1 Leaving
Day 1 : A simple meditation of a nurse in COVID quarantine. I am going on a retreat without leaving my seat. I am going to see Jesus. I know that I am going because none are near to stop me. A little virus on me has them far away and even if they were… Continue reading Retreat: day 1 Leaving
Palms Sunday
We remember how you put palms in our hands, palms in our open ,naked hands. Hands that once tapped tapped keep tapping on wood and on flesh. Before these ritual cleansings and gloves ond trash Palms in our hands, hands that once lifted , opened drifted and dropped. We consider all our sins like deadly… Continue reading Palms Sunday
Parched
His lips are like concrete cracked beneath a florescent sun my hands are gloved blue to hold one more moistened sponge not hyssop or wine, nor vinegar,whiskey or the enemy gall just one drop of water, i say …” one drop , the physician says that all.” his eyes draw open , a pool of… Continue reading Parched
in a day’s work: ASK
SHORT POSTS OF ADORATION IN BUSY TIMES OF VOCATION The room is lit with lights . Small lights , large lights, like spotlights on a stage . Lights from pumps for the heart, pumps for the lungs, pumps for medications, pumps for suctions, pumps for feedings and the pump I brought. The pump in place of the kidney. A… Continue reading in a day’s work: ASK
A Watchmen Heart
A TRUE STORY OF THE HEART OF BROTHER ROSO AND WATCHMEN OF PRAYER “For as many as are the promises of God, in Christ they are [all answered] “Yes.” So through Him we say our “AMEN” to the GLORY of God.” 2 CORINTHIANS 1:20 AMP Two of my favorite sounds in Our Father’s house are the sound… Continue reading A Watchmen Heart