There is nothing folded or any pockets left to hide anything…(This is what being a Nurse means…)

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There is nothing folded or any pockets left to hide anything. There are no possessions, no promise to keep, and no clever things to say. There are no lies to tell, no more pressure of failure or success. There is no need to pursue happiness and accolades. There are no more bills to pay or money to spend. There is nothing clever to be said.

This man and I are alone in his hospital room. We are humans here together. I am the last person he saw. I am the last one to hold this hand that is already losing its warmth. This hand that held his sweetheart, his children, and grandchildren. This hand that worked diligently at a job and perhaps lost touch on his journey.

In this moment I feel his joys and sorrows as one human to another. I have the privilege to hold for just a brief moment the connection of the mystery that we both have lived, and dreamed in both the laughing and the weeping.

I am the one who will gently wash away the smell of sickness. I will  tenderly prepare this human body for final rest as if he were my loved one because the Truth is we are brother and sister in the family of “us.” All of us who are called humans. I will make sure he looks his best for his loved ones who are on their way here in mourning, and just for ” the blink of an eye”  I will hold this other human’s unknown secrets, dreams, and love for the cherished treasures they are. I will be a better person having done so.

I whisper a prayer to The One who gives life and who defeated death and give thanks that two complete strangers can be so completely united for a single moment.

This is what being a Nurse means…

 

Daily there are new hits

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Daily there are new hits.

The death toll rising and no place to sit,

at the table of commerce there is hunger and doubt.

Some will be let in but so many left out.

 

So  a new reality is here.

In whom will I trust and whom will I fear?

Will people be kind and help s to the bleeding?

My country is dying and my soul is grieving.

 

Decency and kindness are being crucified!

No one tells the truth, the media is all lies!

My soul is crying in the long dark night!

Deliver us oh God with your Holy light!

 

Never let it be said of this patriot here,

that she ever gave up her country so dear!

Let her be remembered as a woman who prayed,

“In God we trust until the end of days!”

 

 

 

The Way…is waiting and calling…

 

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It’s always been broken and now it’s on fire.

The world is so angry and so very tired,

But there has always been an answer.

There has always been The Way.

For all to be forgiven and start again today.

The Way might be a walk through the fire.

It might be a walk through The Door.

The Way stands there waiting and calling…

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you really know me, you will know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.”  John14:6,7.

I know up ahead there is a stream…

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I listen to the sound of my boots on the ground.

I walk these dry roads, it is just me.

Nothing but my footsteps makes a single sound,

but I know up ahead there is a stream.

A stream in the desert of loneliness.

A stream that flows for all mankind.

A stream where all people can be washed clean.

A stream flowing with the Water of life.

Each one will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert… Isaiah 32:2

I don’t trust you but I’ll try you…

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He smiled with no malice when I said, “I don’t trust you but I’ll try you rather than stay the way I am.”

 “Well, at least your honest,” he replied adding, ” I can work with that. “

So, this man had a sense of humor and his eyes danced like chocolate stars.

His face was not handsome and his hands looked rough and scarred.

There was a warmth and strength in his voice that I’d never heard before.

A sound of gentle peace fell before me like a tide pool near the shore.

We must have walked for hours but I was not tired or worn.

He  told me every single thing I had ever done before.

I cannot express with words the happening.

A wonder of  transformation began to form.

I was then and then I was new and I trust Him forevermore.

 

 

Jesus rules over peace

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When He breathed over the deep by His Spirit.

He cast out the void and then spoke.

He created the world and everything in it

and everlasting Peace awoke.

 

Jesus rules over Peace.

He is the Prince of Peace.

He  is the  Peace that passes all understanding,

and He gladly gives it to you and me.

 

The world will not grasp it.

The unbeliever calls it a lie.

Yet those who have tasted and seen it,

know His Peace cannot be defiled.

Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him” (Psalm 34:8).

I take up my pen…

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I take up my pen to write again of the love you give to me.

No one else was there in that dark night of despair when I saw how much You had to bleed.

You tenderly wrapped my dead body in your shroud of forgiveness, and sealed it with the balm of your Grace.

Your kindness brought me to repentance, and you held so sweetly my tear streaked face.

People say they have heard it all before, and I hope that they too have seen,

The One who knelt beside me and cried along with me.

The chief of sinners, I was your enemy yet still you died to claim.

I will tell you Jesus loves you and me and by no other name can we be saved.

Counting One

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Counting One.

In a trillion star galaxy.

The One who made it knows my name.

I stopped making promises I cannot keep.

I lay my life Lord at your feet.

I feel you made all of creation just for me.

When I was blind you let me see.

Counting One.

On the miraculous day I believed.

You made me your daughter, and call me, “friend.”

Counting One.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dawn Treader (a tribute)

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She could take no more time looking back.

The Light was brighter and then the brightest.

She heard singing in another language so majestic, and she knew it was the Song of The Highest.

The water clear and sweet and no salt was in the Sea, and every refraction of light shone like jewels.

She knew it was not the Old Earth any longer.

No shadows or darkness could still linger.

She threw off her sword  for there was no need of weapons

She was in the King’s Country at last!

The Song

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The sea grass sways like a waltz that makes a pathway  to the dunes.

Her body casts a shadow beneath a snow white moon.

The warm breeze smells like a salty seaweed lullaby.

The tall sea oats whisper in  tempo with their peaceful sighs.

She follows the resounding song that leads her to the shore

and wonders how the ocean seems to know that she has been here before.

She is welcomed to the water and the sand soothes her aching feet

and she marvels at the miracle where sky and ocean meet.

She kneels in the warmth of this waltz and says a grateful prayer

then she is dancing once more to the Song of The Holy Ones’s love and care.