A Friend, Indeed

Friend, you guide
my brain-fogged,
somnambulist limbs –
like a mindless automaton;
I follow, barely registering
movement – grateful for
deliverance into the
fullness of day.

Once, I abhorred
your consistency,
your stifling repetition,
found your dependency
mind-numbing, soulless –
suffocated in your lack
of notoriety – called you

Undaunted, you persist,
morally unbiased, life-
affirming, ignoring
lethargy’s blood-
sucking hold, lifting
me, comforting,
habitually reliable,
blessed routine.


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

3 thoughts on “A Friend, Indeed”

    1. Indeed! I don’t think I can avoid making plans (see my latest post “A New Year, A New Plan”), but the longer I’m alive, the looser those plans get. I just have to remember that God’s plans are so much better than mine.

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  1. I’m chuckling. Time reveals purpose in placing in our lives those most irritating to us. I’m living with the man I divorced 25 years ago. It was a choice I made for dealing with disability and I see God’s purpose in it all.


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