FINDING HER VISION
My wife is in constant pain
But she wants a ministry gained…
A vision to choose
Of how God will use
Her available soul for His Name.
Her eyesight isn’t the best,
After one surgery she must rest…
Till the swelling in back
Of the retina’s attacked,
She feels it’s an endurance test.
She wishes we work as one
To get this ministry done….
‘Though I sympathize
And see through her eyes,
I’m not sure that’s how it should run.
She sang until she was grieved
By being asked to leave…
Our church praise group,
In one fell swoop
She lost her joy with no reprieve.
So now she’s mostly at home,
In her chair, often alone…
When I’m not working
I tend to be lurking,
Nearby—don’t want to leave her alone.
She does get regular calls
From her Aunt Myrtle, Saturday’s pause,
For family news
And loving reviews
Of the Faith they both hold in awe.
And then there is Deb, our friend,
Who brings much joy to attend…
Weekly studies by phone
When Diana’s alone,
And a visit with lunch now and then.
Recently Deb noticed a quirk…
I had no clothes other than for work,
The button-downs fit “Di”
For which I’m too wide…
But the shorts fit just fine, said the clerk.
After this long, drawn-out poem,
We’re no nearer to her goals or how to know them…
Will they come direct
Or be something to accept,
Her holding pattern will not grow them.