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Dissolved into a prescription
By Debby J Rosenberg
Last edited: Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Posted: Tuesday, June 01, 2004
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I had a beautiful experience caring for an elder family member, recovering from heart surgery.
Dissolved into cosmic specs of light
and propelled into the atmosphere.
Sent on a mission, where compassion of love
was the prescription for healing,
following the footsteps of a medicine man.
I winced when I saw her in weakened condition,
flesh bruised and scared, chest ripped apart,
like lightening had hit her.
With patience, deep breath, absorbing her pain
my chest felt heavy, and my legs began
cramping and an ache traveled up my spine.
I took it on because I loved her and knew
together we’d find her strength and guide her
past this suffering.
Out of the bed, up on her feet
small tiny steps that shuffled weak.
Into the coolness of the morning sun
along the lake’s shore, where sounds
of the breeze and birds in the trees
moments of warmth with sun on her legs
gather of heart friends came to offer
gifts of encouragement allowing her flesh
to reconnect with her soul.
Fear begins to silence itself, confidence brings
her limbs into motion. Each day our rites
would rapid her healing.
Her story telling lore approved my smile
for she was fair and beautiful.
All her good deeds and gracious soul
became her allies when she needed them so.
I aspired myself to remember her wisdom
and fill myself of her willingness to live.
I recognized similarity in this parallel world
because what was in soul, was also below
and flesh would also need to heal.
For a guilty moment I thought perhaps
I had brought her this suffering,
and she was feeling the pain, within my own heart.
She wisely stated, as if she knew,
“Everything is as it’s meant to be
and where our soul takes us on its journey,
will further the knowledge of creation”
“We are all children in the world of intention
yet ego still gets in our way” “You’ll learn” she said,
“you’ll learn”, then winked and said "I'm still learning too."
In a silent moment alone at the lake shore
a grackle bird hovered near. He drank from the lake,
preened his black feathers and sang his beautiful call.
These were the times, though I felt alone,
nature would show me
the spirit of connection is always around.
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| Reviewed by Diana Wiles |
3/6/2008 |
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| "Everything is as its meant to be, and where our sould takes us on it's journey...thanks for these words today Debby...my husband had a scary 'possible' diagnosis today and your words were very comforting.This was a very moving story, and beautifully written.It has given me Hope and Courage for another step of the journey tomorrow.. Diana. |
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| Reviewed by Doug Stevens |
5/13/2007 |
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| beautiful and touching! |
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| Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson |
5/9/2007 |
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| A great write Debby.. Taking care of those that are really ill is a job for special people such as your self . I can relate to your story as I am a nurse, wife, mother, daughter and grandmother. Sick people asorb the strength, kindness, love and understanding given to them . It helps them to flourish even if its for a little while.. This is a touching heart rendering story !.........M |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
6/17/2005 |
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this hit home for me today because i just found out today that a friend's 17-year-old son died during heart surgery; he apparently had some sort of complications, but don't know more than that. i really feel bad for my friend because this is the second death for her; a few years ago she lost her mother to alzheimer's. i guess this happened last night. i feel bad for my friend because she has a 13 year old daughter, and she was a single mother, raising her kids. the boy who died also was mentally disabled, so he seemed younger than his 17 years, still, he was a sweet kid. i will miss him a lot...
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :( >tears for my friend and the loss of her son < |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Terry |
3/14/2005 |
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Debby this hits home for me, as I am a heart attack and major, non-crippling stroke survivor. It is sooooooo good when there is family at home that can care for us, in the manner of love, kinmanship, and healing. Because not only are we healing, but the family and friends are healing too. We must soothe those who think they brought on our suffering. They must be told that it is God's will and if He wants to heal, then we will, but that love and kinmanship help too. Very good write Debby. May the Lord be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love, peace, & (((HUGS))), Barbie
"If I have to...Then I may as well be." |
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
11/20/2004 |
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“Everything is as it’s meant to be
and where our soul takes us on its journey,
will further the knowledge of creation”
These are holy connections indeed Debby...
Peter |
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