God is in the very wood

I tease Jeff about his knocking on wood... as if that will do anything.  Still, I have my own versions of knocking on wood.  I would love to know what to do to prevent another seizure.  Truth be told... I don*t.  I do what I can, of course.  My dear friend Keith advises me to live life and keep writing.  This I can do.  So I am and I do.  I ask for prayer and I know people are praying.  They gather around.  No, I am not a Druid, but I also know God is still in the very wood.

Today I awaken with the thought

If I take my medication

Exactly twelve hours apart,

Pay close enough attention,

See the range of specialists,

Listen to their advice,

Sift for what is right and true;

If I find the exact right diet,

Work out daily,

Prevent all infection:               

I will never have a seizure again,

Wake up in the Emergency Room,

Tell the doctor our president is Obama

Today is Wednesday

And I am in the hospital.

The first time was

Well

The first time.

I didn*t see it coming.

The second time

Well

The second time

I didn*t see it coming

Either.

I had beaten the odds

By three months.

I didn*t see it coming.

I tease my husband about his knocking on wood,

As if that will prevent anything.

I sit in a wooden chair

At a wooden table.

Wood is everywhere within reach.

I believe in God.

I definitely believe in God.

God is even in the wood.

I know God is in the wood.

He holds me when I sit, when I stand,

When I lean,

Even

When I am completely unaware of anything

Around me,

Even

When I don*t take my medication

Exactly twelve hours apart.

God is in the very wood.