This morning I woke up and my voice is gone. My thoughts are weary from events of the past couple of days. I am not present for your smile, hug or your generous listening. Today I give my all to the quiet devotion of prayer.
My dad had a stroke over the weekend. The stubborn being that he is helped himself with extra servings of the Thanksgiving turkey, ham and whatever else that was served to him. He had a quadruple by-pass about ten years ago so he should have known better. Tempting nature is never a good thing. He’s in a stable condition for now and his high blood pressure is mostly reversed but he’s not completely out of the woods yet. We’re supposed to get the MRI results by tomorrow to find out the percentage of the damage. I am grateful that he’s in a better disposition. I was at a loss when I heard of the news since I just made my peace with him not too long ago.
Today my energy falls short and my vocal adrift leaving me vacant as the wind of silence passes through me. I liken it to the weight of a broken heart. The clouds of potential thoughts are heavy today. It feels like rain.
The littlest warrior inside of me is screaming: It can’t rain all the time. The sun will come out. My voice will be heard. To let the rain stop me would be to let my mind stop me from living. And so, I take cover under the umbrella of my beloved…
jakey
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