Suffering, Healing, Joy
Healing comes in many different forms.
Caring and curing are two of the norms,
That work well with play which opens the room,
For rich discussion that would otherwise bring gloom.
Play's mood is positive and it lightens our load,
That we bring to Christ as we travel life’s road.
The way can be difficult for even church-going people,
But faith can be practiced in places without steeples.
Where we desperately seek and hope for a cure,
While loved ones press on and try to endure,
The aches and pains illness often brings,
While the suffering soul of silence rings.
But hope is there always lingering above,
Our doubts and fears that mask as love,
That God gives freely through angels of light,
Like caregivers, nurses, and chaplains on site.
Healing is real, believe it to be true
Whether big or small or made like new.
Why? How? That’s not up to us.
It’s up to the one in whose stripes we trust.
So work, pray, and play really hard,
Even King David retired to a deck of cards.
By C. Jeanine Fulton