Sally Eslinger Poet Didactic

At the Hospital

At the Hospital
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Today as skin was torn
Off the bottom of my foot,
I yelled out and began to cry.
I thought, “How often
Do I need to prove my strength?” and
Then, for the first time in 50 years,
I heard myself 
Ask God,”Why?  Why?”  At which I
Instantly felt ashamed, for it is mine
To accept whatever He allows.
Then, I realized I felt some anger, for
He promised to provide
The measures needed to meet the trials…
Yet I felt inadequate.

I felt angry at my beloved, my Father, 
My creator, my God…
Although I knew God
Can handle anger,
For it comes
As a dimension of human love
— and in me at least, quickly passes.

My cracks He will mend.
My tears He collects.
My strength is in Him.
Our shared love is committed.
My calling on Him is eternally answered.

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(c) sally young Eslinger 10/7/21
Thanks be to God

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Panagiota Romios October 12, 2021 at 4:07 PM Hi Sally,I liked tbe sense of humility and trusting in god here. So much of the world believes they are gods. If so, let the, all be responsible and say they did. God send you and I problems sometimes. We trust Him or not? Pangie

Jennifer Proxenos October 9, 2021 at 10:29 AM I speak to God as f I was a child with an imaginary friend, I have heard his voice in an answer to me once. I burst into tears and made him a promise that only He and I know, and then I consulted a priest actually a Bishop in fact, it does happen but rare! Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. Sally Eslinger October 10, 2021 at 2:58 PM Jennifer, thank you. Check your Soup Mail for my reply. Fabulous to meet you x

Victor Buhagiar October 8, 2021 at 1:18 AM We all have some form of pain. Only God can help healing. Sally Eslinger October 10, 2021 at 3:04 PM Once again, Victor, you speak Truth. I live not just day by day but often hour to hour from physical pain, but my mind & soul go on contentedly, helped by my work in the arts, which are healing gifts from Him. Blessings shower on you, dear friend. Xo. Sally