I don*t believe that God wishes any of us to be sick. He doesn*t work that way. Sometimes, though, it seems I am given things to tie me down, so I can hear Him/Her? breathing. Today it*s a cold.
When I find it especially hard
To keep still,
I am given things
To tie me down.
The message seems to be
Don*t go gallivanting about.
Have a cup of tea.
Here*s a blanket.
Put your feet up.
I*ll just sit here,
Keep you company.
I will be so quiet
You will hardly know I*m here,
Unless of course
You keep really still.
Then you will hear me breathing.
When it is especially hard
To be still,
Like now,
I am invited to sit down.
When I don*t listen
I am given things to tie me down,
Like now.
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