Despite her effort, walking startled her
Into nausea and then into tears.
In miracles, they say, faith is the cure
And so surely she had touched holy space.
As had the surgeon’s hands and the nurture
Of food and drugs and nurses and helpers.
She forgot the time it took to study
Each first step; she forgot she could have stopped
Anywhere. Moving forward, she balanced
Her legs between weight, feet and intention.
Listening to her earthly teacher and
in tune with the One within, she faced fear
And walked through it onto the path that was
There always, waiting for her to reach it.
Still at Manor Care of Mercy Fitzgerald Hospital--
but heading home on Friday!
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast