Here I sit…

Here I sit
Waiting for coffee to drip
Into my thrift store cup
Barely waking up.

My house just burned
Who would have thought?
My dog was saved
The rest is stuff.

I’m in a hotel
My friends shower love
It could be worse
I could be dead

My insurance is good
My property secured
The process is slow
I work each day

My friends at work
All rally around.
They comfort me
Their hugs sincere

So thankfully
I wake each dawn
I’lI take the steps
To build my home

I will survive
This new-laid plan
And find once more
I’m home again

Expecting miracles

We have come to expect miracles, while voicing fears.

Today’s medical marvels,  unsurpassed surgical skills,

Lead us to a state of assumed victory.

Yet, we pray…

Ask others to pray…

Yet, seem to trust the surgeons skill

More than the God who gave life,

Who designed and created these bodies,

Who has numbered the very hairs of our head…

And can repair without a scalpel.