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Miraculous Gratitude

Dr Helen Edwards Writes Australian poetry about diabetes and health

Miraculous

My body,

Broken parts

pushing me flat,

Holding me

to ransom,

Becoming

my prison.

My mind,

rising up,

Seeing

the whole picture,

Birds across sky,

black arcs calling

through warm winds,

Blue skies rolling

over dusky pink mountains,

Silver seas tumbling

gently over golden sands.

My heart filled

with stories,

Woven by people,

Warmed by love,

A beating

Soundtrack of my days.

My body,

Broken parts,

Yet,

Miraculous in its

Abilities,

Glorious in its

Achievements,

Carrying me through

The Patchwork

of my life.

Gratitude

Listening to birds sing

their love songs,

voices blending

to a joyous choir.

Feeling gentle sunshine

dappled across

my shoulders,

Anticipating long days,

with salty skin.

The scent

of a thousand flowers,

making me time-travel,

scent memories dancing.

Noticing

spring to summer,

Feeling,

Imagining,

Dreaming,

with gratitude

and hope,

As the end of a decade

draws near.

Helen Edwards, October 2019

 

 

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