Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary


I was sleepless
but not in Seattle;
I was tired
but not from flying
to Toronto.

My feet
were swollen and
my head ached.


I was still in bed.
The sun was
starting to come
up. I started to
think about many
things and said
to myself,

“I can’t be dying;
this can’t be my
last day.”

Then, it happened.
The Lord woke me
up again.

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