Giving It Up

It’s vaguely familiar this feeling of mine. That mixture of bravery you get from the wine. I guess I’d feel shaky if I went in fear. But I pray to my Father to make the way clear. You’ve got to be loving and give from your heart. You can’t be unhappy or nervous to start. Just pick up your bag. Walk quick and walk tall. You’ve got to be sprightly or you’re in for a fall. I’ve nursed blacks and Asians and folks very poor. I’ve been with dying babies and old ones galore. Forty years on this journey of sickness and sin. I’ve given it all up and now I begin. To see the illusion of hatred and death. A feeling familiar is freeing my breath And opening my heart and my mind to my Lord. I love Him forever. We’re in One accord. (10 minute writing exercise on 3/12/2013 by Janni Spiller)