Speckled

Speckled

here there

Light

where are you

Life

making my way

meandering

Lost

shadows

a distant light

beckons

please wait

until

stumbling falling crawling

through

deserts rocks mountain crevices

the way to

You

is

revealed

 

 

 

Reeds in the mist

In the distance

misty reeds

sway and part

to reveal the mountain

Path

CHOICES

Often I wonder

about the road not taken

Often I wonder

about the wanderer

Does it matter in the end

that the destination was different?

The choices made

revealed failings only too well

warts and all, a mirror held to my face

Life – what is it that you seek to teach

where is it that you want me to reach?

Don’t I know only too well

that I have to try

though I might fail

an imperfect soul impaled –

by even more imperfect

Choices.

 

Nurse Napping

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Nursing is not easy, you must be dedicated to serving.
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A new friend told me about this story yesterday and I did not sleep much wondering why it had never made the news here?

This was not the kind of story, that could have been forgotten, at least not by me.

If this had happened in the United States, it would have been on every Channel for days on end, as is every other horrific story.

We would have seen it, all day, every day, night and day.

But, there has been nothing on our local News here about this.

So, while I was not sleeping last night and dwelling on this story, something occurred to me.

Could racism possibly have been involved here?

Because these Nurses were all Indian?

God, I truly hope not.

These innocent women were Nurse napped from a hospital in Iraq, it is said, about the beginning of July, yet even though I…

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