Surely the Next
Still life. A doily. A fan. A prayer in a frame.
A reminder of the work left to be done.
It is hard to feel it some days.
Today for instance. But the work is there.
It is waiting for you. To heal.
To find the work you are suited for,
And begin. Maybe again. Maybe anew.
Death is a stopping. It happens
even to the living. But not to you.
Not today. You were made, wounds and all,
to grow, to bear fruit, if not in this season,
then surely the next.
About this poem.
Inspired by the prayer in the picture, which comes from Wilson Castle in Proctor, VT. I go in for another kidney stone blasting in a couple of days, frustrated by the delays and setbacks, but determined to get back into shape for the next season of life.
There’s work left to be done.
Tom
Quarry House 
I sympathize with your frustration, having had a few myself. Everything seems to involve so many steps before you can get what you actually need to make you feel better. I hope you get there soon!
Thank you! This too shall pass (He said, invoking his bad kidney stone humor.)
Thinking of you, Tom, and wishing you the best of results, with this next procedure….
I appreciate your thoughts and poems. Thank you.
Catherine
Best wishes for your treatment and fully recovery! God bless you! – Ellyn in Baton Rouge
Thank you. All will be well.
Thinking of you my friend and lifting you in my meditations and prayers for healing and relief.
Thank you. All will be well. And you know how I appreciate prayers.