much ado about waiting rooms

one walks on her own

but not alone


cold waiting


ring of gold forty-three

years warmed by loving

hands against thin, limp

divider curtains


in prayer


and enfolded

between friends

hands and feet



bringing picnic lunches

to hard tiled 



operating, incising, excising

precious life lines

infusing thoughts and functions


to laugh

and pray

and enfold each other


Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!

~Luke 12:22

This post is part of the One Word at a Time blog carnival on “much” this week. Click here to see even more great posts, prompted by the word, “much.” And it’s dedicated to my mama, whom God brought safely through surgery today.

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