My Illness

Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: My Illness  Edited by: Sparkle Jordan (Medicine Woman) written: September/2012 Through  the illness of my  body, and spirit, I see myself asleep on a gurney... and soundless as they lift me  onto a stainless  steel bed - There are monitors  all around me, camera's, surgical instruments, and six huge hand adjusted operating room lights.... shinning from the ceiling - Four Nurses walked in, a Surgeon, and two attending  Physicians  - They began to speak on how difficult  my procedure would be - Not knowing that I was barely awake - They gave me a fifty percent chance - But before I fell into a coma-like sleep I said: God will  fix it, all things are possible when we believe - And because of my faith, the Great Spirit wasn't ready to set me free - "If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, Ye shall say to this mountain, remove hence to yonder place; and it shall  be moved, and nothing shall be impossible unto you. "             At this very moment, I felt my  Lungs breath again - Inhaling the freshness of life - And  exhaling all lures of negativity that had invaded my breathing  space and threatened my Life... And with a gentle touch I woke up in ICU and looked into the  Warm & Gentle eyes of my Medicine Woman... my wife - who said: "Welcome home my love, Welcome home." In my darkest hour The Great Spirit gave me a feather, to keep in my soul  forever - He said that I would soar to great heights My spirit has been Lifted; Renewed!!!