The illogic of illness
\nis like the sun rising out of the earth.
\nA star going into the dazzle
\nof the sky.
\nSo my heart waved at me and said,
\nlet\u2019s sit for a moment.
\nI have never stopped
\nfollowing your journey,
\nlet\u2019s be quiet and see where we\u2019re at.
\nThere was so much pain
\nin what my heart was saying.
\nSo many houses where we could
\nhave paused and admired the gardens.
\nSo many children
\nthat needed someone to catch a ball,
\nplay tag.<\/p>\n
So I sat down and let my heart rest.
\nThink for a moment about the good times
\nwe\u2019ve had.
\nWe have to do more of this,
\nI replied, catching my breath.
\nYou\u2019ve been good to me over the years.
\nWandered with me, without complaining.
\nI\u2019ve taken you for granted.
\nThere\u2019s a time, time coming,
\nwhen I\u2019ll have to take my shoes off.
\nClose the door, to let you sleep,
\nand I\u2019ll watch that star
\nrise from the earth,
\nand go back in,
\nwhere I might follow it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The illogic of illness is like the sun rising out of the earth. A star going into the dazzle of the sky. So my heart…<\/p>\n