Spiritual Poetry posted December 15, 2014 |
When I was sick
As I Raise My Arms
by amada
Some years ago, while flat on my sick bed on a rainy day with the flu, a cold bandaged eyes and fatigued faith, I raised my heart and I prayed. I promised to God that on the next sunshine day I would walk to my yard, stand on my toes, wake up my brittle backbone, stretch my arms high above and dance in the sun in His name. Many suns have come and gone. I have walked miles and miles and extended my arms higher and higher. And, you know... I remembered that I have forgotten all about my arms-- those two limbs at both sides of my body that once embraced lovers, cuddled children, hung diapers on the clothesline... So pleased I met them again. These days I thank God, who saw my mustard seed that grew it into a long-lived cedar tree-- the one where I will stand up and pick up its purple cones until He calls me into His kingdom. *** |
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