Written after unexpectedly, and for the first time since the surgery, walking past the open doors to the ward on which my wife, Fiona, recovered from a kidney transplant four months ago...
Just a momentary glance,
Just a momentary glance,
And
a million memories flood my mind.
I
stop and stare
Down
a never-ending hallway,
And
yet the door at the end
Is
all I see before me.
A
door to a room
In
which everything changed.
It
is where it all ended.
It
is where it all began.
Just
a momentary glance,
And
the tears well up.
People
moving all about,
And
I think of those who cared so very much.
Too
many people to recall,
But
one who is so easy to remember
Who
gave all that he was able.
And
it was enough.
It
provided a brand new day
After
such a long, long night.
Just
a momentary glance,
And
I'm filled with gratitude,
As
I remember a never-ending saga
With
a brand new beginning
That
washes over every other thought.
A
new life.
A
new kidney.
New
hope.
I
stop and consider,
And thank the One who did the most.© 2015 by Ken Peters
1 comment:
Beautiful, Ken - we praise the Lord with you!
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