When flesh or mind 

Wobbles 

Or anticipation meets accident 

There's a sacred gathering of

Care givers, these angels in attendance 

Of detective sleuths, collecting information vital

And ground breakers, who defy the order of things to heal and mend.

A ministration of comfort 

Holy orders -

in each word and wipe 

in the wishing and willing

to get us up and going 

 

The bleeding of time 

Dripping through the cracks

Between visits, tests and specialist sessions 

The itching out of dreaming:

A window, a world beyond and so far away, glimpsed for a moment.

The taste of home, a memory cherished.

The face of a loved one, a solid testimony of hope from beyond the automatic front doors.

 

Then there's the mud and the spit

And a deep intent

To draw into a bursting fullness of

Being -

Wrapped up

Gathered up

Ushered into a new day, 

Whole.

In this mystery of our each own jumble of cells

And soul

With the vomit and blood and the

Rouge disease that tries to run us off

That breaks and shatters 

spirit and body, and futures and families 

But it can't touch us - not in the way it wants -

We're kept

Fully, widely, deeply, wholly

Kept.