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The Waiting Room I am presently in Arkansas with my family. Today my Dad had prostate cancer surgery. It went well-- thank God. It's been a long day that began very early (5:30am) in the waiting room. As I sat there a large sign situated coincidentally just beneath the clock caught my attention. The sign said, "Surgery Waiting." These lines came to mind and I scratched them down:
Surgery
Waiting
Nouns or Verbs
ticking clock reveals time
hidden from eternity
as newspapers cloak nervous faces
behind endless words--fruit of Eden's forest
waiting room wields knife
as Surgeon works
until distraction
sees hope, and
mercy stands at attention.
PRAY FOR THE POPE.
Labels: poetry
posted by John David Walt | at 2/01/2005 11:11:00 PM
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1 Comments:
Talk about kindred souls. I know exactly what you mean having been there myself just a few hours ago. I am thankful in many ways because after hours in the waiting room, coming home exhausted after a long journey home I know that in this moment, our shared experience enables us to pray for one another more epathetically. Know that I am praying for your father, and you (and the Holy Father). Love the poem but keep playing with rhythm to symbolize the movement of time.
Michelangelo
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