On My Knees
my head in my hands
I ask you Lord
why my children ? why 3 of my children?
stricken in prime youth with conditions, diseases
not cancer
not yet
but painful, sickening, difficult to manage
surgery, surgeries, thank God for work and health insurance
but their pain and discomfort
all three
times three
is hard to bear Lord
on top of everything else
its hard to bear.
I'm trying to trust in infinite wisdom
I'm trying to keep one from depression
but even I don't feel quite like
soldiering on.
it's the suddenness, the unexpected unknown illnesses
conditions
syndroms
(who heard of this?)
its got me down
Lord
You've got me on my knees.
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