In the Hospital By Rolanda T. Pyle
Here I sit in the hospital room all alone Wishing I could leave here and go home It’s a rough place to be with those who are sick And even more so now, in the age of COVID! But I start to reflect on my blessing and for the things I am grateful Especially for the caring essential staff and workers in times that are so hateful. Folks keep telling me to get some rest while I’m in here Obviously, they don’t know that hospital normal is to constantly be disturbed by those providing care. Once you get into a good sleep, you are suddenly awakened It could be for a needle, bloodwork, or to have your pressure taken Or to hear the doctor’s assessment and the plans they are making… Learn test results, sign papers, or you are called to the nurse’s station. The main thing though is to come out of here with a plan to get well To overcome this sickness and feel better will be swell So I’m trusting God and the process for recovery real soon Because I’m ready to go home, maybe take a trip…. Hey, I’ll even go to the moon! Although I didn’t get much rest, I had plenty of time to reflect and think About all the previous illnesses God brought me through, even when I was on the brink Of getting worse, not recovering, or that is what they thought But with God’s help and power, I kept the faith, and I fought! So my boredom, anxieties, and fear turn into faith Because memories of previous healings remind me to this day If He did once, He can and will do it again All I have to do is believe, trust, and have faith in Him.
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