Feeling weak like a small brittle twig,
commonly bombards in the face of horribly distressing news about a loved one.
“Why Me”?
Why this devastation?
Timidly cries out of lips once speaking vibrant life
so bright, so beautiful.
We humans all gathered about the suffering person may feel powerless unable to stop the agony.
Then we, fragile human twigs surround
this hurting person, one by one, side by side,
all around and all under.
In numbers, twigs become a sturdy sustaining nest.
Securely held our loved one rests
in comfort strong.
No longer alone, together, solidly held
in endless power, even eternally united.
Why me?
How amazing to be a human twig in a caring nest of divine providence.
© 21 Jan 2018
About the Author
A native of Colorado, she followed her Dad to the workbench to develop a love of using tools, building things and solving problems. Her Mother supported her talents in the arts. She sang her first solo at age 8. Childhood memories include playing cowboy with a real horse in the great outdoors. Professional involvements have included music, teaching, human services, and being a helper and handywoman. Her writing reflects her sixties identity and a noted fascination with nature, people and human causes. For Eydie, life is deep and joyous, ever challenging and so much fun.
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