Best Maladies Poems
Are you among the ones that have health issues?
Whether physically, mentally where there is no hope thinking that there is no cure?
Well have to admit my earthly body hurts a lot.
Taking medicines, treatments, doctors opinions is all I got.
My inner soul is quite well by the way.
God has granted me another hour another day.
Spiritually many do not know the Father.
This is sad their path is wide while the Lord’s path is narrow this much I’ve gathered.
Right now this health problem is taking its toll.
My wife loves me and sometimes I think that she would be better off without me, I’m not healthy I’m old.
She loves me this I do know is it fair to her?
A budding younger man vibrant and healthy would be better for her, maybe a life changer.
I love her dearly because of my health is it fair for me to hang on?
She reminds me every day about love, God has put us together, and together we belong.
Pretty sad that I’m worth more dead than alive.
She reminds me about love of God and she won’t let me quit, we together will survive.
Married by God she reminds me for better or for worse.
In love having Faith we certainly have no curse.
Our Father knows the time of our demise.
My wife, my soul mate, my best friend says that the Lord is powerful and it will be alright.
When this life is over, whatever be my fate,
I have a few God questions I'd like answered at heaven's gate.
Why do some live long lives while others leave so quickly?
Why let children suffer with maladies, so sickly?
Does a soul choose its birth family?
Will mankind ever live together peacefully?
Is there truly a hell where bad people go to fry?
What happens to animals when they die?
I'll hold my thoughts for eternity if God would only answer, mercifully.
I don't even think about my Arthritis,
Since it was eclipsed by the pain of Bursitis;
And even that barely rates a mention,
Since my neuralgia over rides it's retention.
My fallen arches I barely notice,
Since the varicose veins in my legs diagnoses,
The reason I reach for a sleeping pill,
When I get off my feet and my legs won't be still.
Whenever I find a new pain it's a blessing,
Takes my mind off the other things I've been addressing.
Seems the stiffness and pains of old age are upon me.
I'm just not the spritely young thing that I used to be.
LORD, it won't matter what the sickness for Thou art my doctor
My maladies have stepped out from the shadows.
They stand a few feet away, staring, silent, patient.
I used to believe that what I ignored did not exist —
that if I did not give them my attention, they would dissolve.
But they have banded together,
a quiet council of reminders,
showing me that absence of sight does not mean absence of being.
They are still here.
Their presence is not a threat,
but a call to responsibility.
To turn away would invite ruin,
to face them is to live with truth.
I see them now,
not as my whole self,
but as companions I must acknowledge,
because left unattended,
they can destroy.
And so I will not pretend blindness.
I will meet their stare with awareness,
because even in silence,
they exist.