A Blanket From the Bin
A Blanket from the Bin
The cold hospital is not an evil place, on purpose.
It is frozen to slow down the progress of death.
It is harder to attack that way, (“demise”) it moves sluggishly…
Allows doctors, nurses, caretakers and loved ones,
a chance to do skirmishes, that offer a tomorrow, at times.
Angels, they move gracefully.
They are outside the realm of hot and cold,
and live between the lines of love and hate.
They fight battles unseen, with dark foes…
ever trying to bring down the innocent and beautiful.
Prayer warriors, go willingly into the artic night.
Daring to come against the heat of ice too cold,
to be just “cold” any longer… burning like hell itself.
They bring their words, of their King.
They bring His Light, to shine.
They are not afraid.
The place… is given warmth
by all those that make a difference.
It is given peace,
by the patience of perseverance.
It is given,
True Hope,
by the Son of God,
Jesus.
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