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Pneumonial PraisePosted Monday, February 13, 2012, at 11:34 AM
I can't say I was this pretty, nor anywhere this thin, The nose comes close to how mine felt, in this battle I did just win.
By Arley Steinhour 021312
Dare I ponder what was happening,
To this body so wracked with pain,
Eight days of royal suffering,
Signs of health I could not feign;
Ability to barely breath,
Healing sleep beyond my grasp,
Standing there before the 'Gate,'
With the One-Way Golden Hasp.
In and out of Prayer to God,
On and off, with conscious thought,
Would I meet the cover of the Sod,
Or Raptured out of Cemetery plot?
Thoughts and feelings, much like this,
Ran through my mind, this week,
Would I suffer loss, or enjoy bliss,
And, inherit, as will the meek.
I do not fear what some call 'die,'
The name I like, is 'graduate,'
Either way, like cake or pie,
It can call, and is never late.
What started as suspected Cold,
Proved Pneumonia, I do believe,
Bronchi slime, so sticky and bold,
And nose, no air to retrieve.
Sunday, the glue began to flow,
My breath brought back my life,
Today, a smile I can even show,
Free of that sticky, snotty, strife.
A few more days, recovering,
I'll be as good as new,
Back on line, and Blathering,
My Praise to God, and you.
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