Wednesday, January 26, 2005
My Mom is in ICU and critical. Her heart is failing, yet they are hoping she’ll recover enough to survive surgery.
The Flower Falls
When it breaks, I fix it
When it falls, I pick it up
When it threatens, I subdue it
When it persists, I kill it
That is my creed, my mantra, my doctrine
Not really a choice, parts of me just are
I am a mover. A doer. A builder. A fixer.
There is little beyond my reach
Yet there are things outside my domain
Things that threaten
Things that kill
Things I must rely on others to fight in my stead
And the stakes are unthinkably high
Waiting is not something I am accustomed to
It is not something I do well
Indeed, it is not something I do at all
The energy builds
The Dragon grumbles
The powers rise
And the flower falls…
Life’s short folks. Let’s ride.