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My wife maintained her spirit and humor all through the pre-op preparation process. She
joked and laughed with the nurses, assistants and doctors as they poked her, pushed her, squeezed her, took blood, took measurements, poked her some more and basically, just abused the hell out of her in preparation for what we knew was a serious operation.
Many of the healthcare professionals did not know what to make of her smiling face,
sarcastic tone and bubbling humor as they were all well aware of the seriousness and risks involved with the upcoming surgical procedure. But her good humor was unwavering.
In the six months since her dissection and the two months since the decision to perform this operation, my wife did her homework. She knew exactly how serious her condition was and the risks involved with this necessary operation. And yet, she kept her spirits high and her optimism never dipped.
When the anesthesiologist came out just minutes before they rolled her into the operating room and explained, for what seemed like the one thousandth time in the last two weeks, the risks and seriousness of her procedure, for the first time, I noticed signs of fear on her face and saw tears well up in her eyes.
Holding my hand as we approached the operating room where I was to be left behind, she looked up at me and said, “Take care of yourself and our Spencer”. The doors swung close and the six hour operation commenced.
It’s now seven days later and Cindy is well on her way to a full recovery. The doctors could not be more pleased with how the surgery went and with the rapidity of her recovery. There is no reason to believe that, within 8 – 10 weeks, she cannot be back to her normal, active self.
She is back to joking, being sarcastic and a regular pain in everyone’s ass – she is slowly
becoming Cindy again.
I will never forget, however, in the one second of fear and worry, how her concerns were
about the well-being of me and our son – and, not about herself.
I love you Cindy Flach.
And, I hope that if you ever decide to read any of my poems – given you do not understand my obsession with writing these silly things – I hope like hell, you choose to read this one.
Welcome home, love.
one last goodnight kiss
on a cheek that is so cold
the finale of this amazing
chapter feels like a lonely,
dark cave of unpredictability
here i am consumed in the
center of a calm quiet that i
will never feel ever again
i feel so blank....so sad....so
bewildered....so lost....so gone
one last goodnight kiss
as i say goodbye and i love
you for the last time ever
it is the beginning of the
green phase of life without
you....i ask questions....i make
wishes....i pray prayers based
on imagination....i miss you with
such an incomparable rapidity
here i am consumes in a
painstakingly lonely realm of grief
and heartache....i have regrets....i
wonder why....i think of what if....i
write journal entries in my mind....i
put my thoughts to paper....i begin to
craft them into poems....they become my
outlet....i think i am pretty good at it....i call
myself Poetic Lefty....i wonder if you would be
proud of me....to the beach i go....smiling
brightly in then contentment of precious memories of you
Through the creek of the door there sneaked in a silent messenger of Lucifer,
A breathing man sneezed till the last breath, and was shrouded with chillness,
It was a soothing flame of fire choked the chamber in and out,
Rapidity was a trait of the silent messenger which breathed its force mysteriously,
And there was coughing, sneezing and spitting with rising temperature,
The stigma of Covid-19 had its recycle with its mutated psychology.
The victims succumbed to the predator’s double-bladed scalpel.
The illegitimate entry of Covid -19 into an Oriental province is an infamous history,
The silent messenger then turned to an untamable monster that devoured the ‘innocents’,
Clinical staff ran helter-skelter to fight with the devouring monster,
The malicious hunter with his hunting dog wolfed breath in minutes.
The mammoth giant in miniature form of virus wielded his weapon ‘cross the horizon,
And multiple lives were dragged thro’ the tunnel of darkness,
The malicious organisms with short span of life-expectancy breed countless generations,
And enjoy themselves with the crown of sinister leaves.
Who will chase the messenger of Lucifer and shall redeem the world?
Day in and day out chemicals and antibiotics run under microscopes,
Vaccines are tried in every corner,
But experiments and efforts seem to be a fiasco.
So Who shall chase the messenger of evil from the face of human lives?
There is One Who made man and creations,
So, let’s seek His Providence to walk in His Word,
And Life on earth shall be a way unto the Life of Eternity.
Shall we all….?
,
"The Upper Room"
When time expanded
the heart opened -
the mind, like a shell,
spoke like a wheel
turning
the sum of all
towards the central core
the next number
in the sequence
is the sum
of the two before it
to believe in 1
order is found within
synchronicity’s calculation
The eyes watching,
collectively move
beyond fear
leaning into the place
of love, a new language
beyond words, very near
inside
the key turns
we are
a higher form
of alignment,
we are
the conduit,
collectively opening
the door
to the place of all things,
where there is a time
and place for everything,
the inherent divine
of all things
one note,
playing us all spectacularly
the mouth opens
inviting,
inside the cry
darkness like a cave,
speaks volumes
like light
the ears hear
the soul escape
on a vibrational note,
we are mirrors
reflecting the echo
inside us all
beliefs
and thoughts
we are used to,
bound by colours
and separation,
are unhinged gates
now removed from us,
thrown away
we are
love notes open
felt in the core,
not seen,
accelerating alignment
manifestation
the rapidity
of the tone vibration
transformation,
the true eternal
self expression, found
in how you dream
to see
your world
we are
vibrational scores
now opening door,
becoming
something other
than what we
were before
entry to the
Upper Room
Love notes,
we are keys
in vibrational score
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Heart Chakra Opening"
https://youtu.be/DxMzvUtN3Gc
Riding Water Rapids
New York State Adirondack Mountains
Beauty and Charm
Lakes, Rivers and Waterfalls
Observing Water Rapids Saulteaux
The thought of challenging Fear
Conquering the Water Rapids in preserver
Courage through assurance
Faith enriching endurance
Canoe and venture
Close to nature
As I pulled the canoe from the pier
Determined to fulfill
My mind on God’s will
I had to do this
Hit or miss
The canoe drifted into smooth then rough waters
It was hitting against rocks below
I had worry within
That was my scare then
Adventurous on every sense of the word
Determination with a promise
No defeat until Victory
Achieved and Accomplished
Rode the Water Rapids
Confident and Brave
Success being a story
A behold
Rapidity
Many not realizing the greatness of the cause,
seeing only the limitation through working laws.
The call to those whose hour has come to awake,
and lullabies to those who do not want to face the ache.
When success drinks from the heart its own tears,
the ridicule gained the failure overcoming fears.
Confounded balance by ideal limitations,
missing wakening by whole heart creation.
Perturbed hearts that upsets the truth,
not hearing the voice of virtues silence youth.
By rapidity of life where imagination cannot follow,
drawing strength by humility is the oracle of Apollo.
When the unreality of life pushes against the will,
the love reality opens the door in very still.
In the influence that controls every situation,
Inshallah is the divine preparation.
Great souls need to struggle and to bear,
more responsibilities are given in that life affair.
The children of sorrow have a sense of gratitude,
leadership and cause with the right attitude.
Covid-19: A Silent Messenger of Lucifer!
Through the creek of the door there sneaked in a silent messenger of Lucifer,
A breathing man sneezed till the last breath, and was shrouded with chillness,
It was a soothing flame of fire choked the chamber in and out,
Rapidity was a trait of the silent messenger which breathed its force mysteriously,
And there was coughing, sneezing and spitting with rising temperature,
The stigma of Covid-19 had its recycle with its mutated psychology.
The victims succumbed to the predator’s double-bladed scalpel.
The illegitimate entry of Covid -19 into an Oriental province is an infamous history,
The silent messenger then turned to an untamable monster that devoured the ‘innocents’,
Clinical staff ran helter-skelter to fight with the devouring monster,
The malicious hunter with his hunting dog wolfed breath in minutes.
The mammoth giant in miniature form of virus wielded his weapon ‘cross the horizon,
And multiple lives were dragged thro’ the tunnel of darkness,
The malicious organisms with short span of life-expectancy breed countless generations,
And enjoy themselves with the crown of sinister leaves.
Who will chase the messenger of Lucifer and shall redeem the world?
Day in and day out chemicals and antibiotics run under microscopes,
Vaccines are tried in every corner,
But experiments and efforts seem to be a fiasco.
So Who shall chase the messenger of evil from the face of human lives?
There is One Who made man and creations,
So, let’s seek His Providence to walk in His Word,
And Life on earth shall be a way unto the Life of Eternity.
Shall we all….?
,