Enough light to see the path; enough courage to take the step; enough sense to enjoy the walk; enough company to share the time.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Occupational Therapy


It was in the time when the rains began
I awakened from my coma
            Weak and twitchy.
I don’t know what had roused me to consciousness—
            Was it you?
I remembered more than I thought I would,
            But with less interest, having now rested so near death.

Your shoulders are very broad, and you are strong,
            So I think that you hardly notice how I am leaning on you
            As I exercise the tightness out of my mind,
            Stretch the sinews of my heart
            And restore circulation to my limbs.
And I am fairly certain you are unaware
            How precious your small remarks are, which you take for granted as courtesy,
            Because they confirm my small successes,
            Incremental restoration.
You surely have seen, though,
            That I brighten as you walk through the door.




My feeling of gratitude remains undimmed for small gestures in a time of weakness.
 Go ahead and be kind to someone today. You just never know.


2 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Kathryn! I've definitely experienced this sort of sweet, soulful kindness more often than I deserve. I only pray that I am this tower of hope and strength for both friends and strangers when they need it. It is my mission.

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