Your Illness...
Is like the opening of the shell that
encloses natural pearl of knowledge
A bulb too underneath do show
Yet, an illness you must know
Fills your heart with wonderment; breathe
in cherry blossom's scented air; just dare
whenever pessimism enters your mind
Your illness liken seasons of year, without
dread, accept the winters of your heart and
come to your winter grief, then you'll
know that spring brings beautiful flowers in May
Too, accept your- physician's bitter portions
Only, then, you aid healing to yourself
It may feel heavy-handed, yet guided by tender
hands of the unseen; His drinks may taste bitter
and sting your lips; bringing His sacred eyes to tears;
Moistening clay of wellness from His healing tears.
Almedia Knight-Oliver
April 2,2011
A poem for my niece, (Yvonda) my herione of illness.
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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