Happy Saint Valentine's Day
Happy Saint Valentine’s Day
© ARC
Wednesday
February 14, 2018 (Rev. 2/15/18)
I came out of two-month coma St. Valentine’s Day 2006;
experiential alertness surreal with unfocused awareness.
The terror revivification horror was waiting in the wings;
surrounding me was positive medical energy cradling sick.
I recognized the day: enjoyed seeing balloons/flowers;
yet puzzled bed ridden state juxtaposed with loneliness.
Attached to machines: unable to move was frightening;
minutes accumulated exponentially: seemed like hours.
I thought I heard daughter’s voice and eagerly sought out;
but, she wasn’t there, nor son, nor mon ami – felt so alone.
And my body wasn’t right – felt unclean from head to toe;
an unheard scream was clamoring inside – trying to shout.
It took a few days before the terror peaked in full force;
post traumatic stress disorder appeared live/stabbing.
In anguish realized not doing normal routine praying;
like child hiding under bed; please: no future course.
When loved ones appeared, the details emerged;
miracle survival exclaimed by them/all medical.
Evil had come knocking determined to take me out;
eye blinded/ear severed - 42 stab wounds –scourged.
A decade plus later: testify praying rose up high;
in fact intensity heightened/illuminated for one/all.
Aspiring love for God with whole heart, mind, soul;
and neighbor like self dominate as years go rapidly by!
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© ARC
Wednesday
February 14, 2018 (Rev. 2/15/18)
I came out of two-month coma St. Valentine’s Day 2006;
experiential alertness surreal with unfocused awareness.
The terror revivification horror was waiting in the wings;
surrounding me was positive medical energy cradling sick.
I recognized the day: enjoyed seeing balloons/flowers;
yet puzzled bed ridden state juxtaposed with loneliness.
Attached to machines: unable to move was frightening;
minutes accumulated exponentially: seemed like hours.
I thought I heard daughter’s voice and eagerly sought out;
but, she wasn’t there, nor son, nor mon ami – felt so alone.
And my body wasn’t right – felt unclean from head to toe;
an unheard scream was clamoring inside – trying to shout.
It took a few days before the terror peaked in full force;
post traumatic stress disorder appeared live/stabbing.
In anguish realized not doing normal routine praying;
like child hiding under bed; please: no future course.
When loved ones appeared, the details emerged;
miracle survival exclaimed by them/all medical.
Evil had come knocking determined to take me out;
eye blinded/ear severed - 42 stab wounds –scourged.
A decade plus later: testify praying rose up high;
in fact intensity heightened/illuminated for one/all.
Aspiring love for God with whole heart, mind, soul;
and neighbor like self dominate as years go rapidly by!
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