. . . . [-_-] Last night... I felt flu-ish again. I'm not entirely sure what is wrong with me... I only know that something is...
I went to the doctor yesterday. And I was feeling fine all day... until late into the evening... it came upon me!
I began to feel like crap again. Confused. Confounded. Achey. And tired. Oh so very weak and tired. I just don't understand it. Something is definitely wrong here. And for the life in me, I just can't figure it out. 😟 The doctor wants to check a few things. So I will be having my blood drawn soon. Which is good. I hope to God we can figure this out.
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While I was at the doctor's office... I was listening to this woman and this man... talk about God. The man was trying to explain that God has a plan for everything... but the Woman complained to him. She told him, (out loud in front of everyone) that she simply could not believe in God. Because she had lost her son in death. And she was robbed of the chance to ever have grandchildren. She was too old to have another child. And the last apparently, of her family line. She cried that if God existed, why would he allow this to happen? That her family should die out like that? That no parent should have to watch their child go before them.
The man was unable to respond in his case.
He looked to me and explained that she had been through a lot in her life. Which is why she had no faith... A very outgoing bunch, I guess.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the room, a woman sat with her beautiful young daughter and her daughter's own baby girl. The two seemed to be annoyed by the woman's story. And looked like they were gloating over it. I'll never understand why they were so angry at the woman. For suffering worse then them.
While they acted like their problems were worse?
What were they so mad about?
The baby keeping them up at night?!?
Some people...
they just... don't make any sense at all!
The people that have... they just aren't happy! Women have become selfish, money hungry, gold diggers. That simply aren't happy unless their being spoiled rotten... Forcing decent men into a kind of slavery! One man lamented that he was thinking of robbing banks soon. Because he couldn't keep up with his wife's demands... (that was... elsewhere.)
And men... well...
I did find my peace once again...
moments before the flu returned upon me. . .
So I wrote this poem:
The Healing Gift
Dear God,
I pray before you.
Night and day,
I stand beside you.
I cannot reach out,
without the strength.
Feeble hands,
return to shake.
When will men,
seek lasting Love,
instead of their own pleasure?
When will they learn,
the boundless joys found in forever?
This one cries,
a thousand times.
For every forlorn child.
How she weeps,
upon the grass.
To heal from nature's refuge.
Breath in the brisk cool air.
And feel the wind upon the trees.
Upon the banks of a water's edge,
sleep soundly in relief.
The world can't hurt you anymore.
Not here,
not in this sacred place.
You hope in something,
you've never seen.
And stones which stand in place.
That there might exist a kindred soul.
Upon the furrowed ground.
Even one soo humble,
that the rest would run aground.
That you might find them.
Waiting here.
Looking out upon the grass...
Dreaming of angelic waters,
and of holding their precious one
fast.
Seizing the sunset,
for the hope which it holds.
A hope for another day,
a hope that never grows old.
For even as faithful it is,
as the sun.
It will always return.
Return to bring hope to these ones.
And a healing,
to the grieved.
And relief to the sick.
And to hold onto something,
so precious,
as this.
It is an ancient gift.
From the creator above.
Sent by millions of years,
and eons of love.
~ 02-16-17
~ Crystal LM 😢😷🍃
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