the patient and her nurse
Your wings are growing although ruptured,
and your soul is free although confined in bed,
your handicapped communication with your body
means the more gymnastics for your soul,
which soars in freedom flying everywhere
discovering new realms of spiritual awareness
while the doctors can't see anything of your true state.
Your fortune is your nurse who sees it all
and understands the miracles that happen here
of your amounting freedom compensating
the brutality that struck your body down
to painful and heart-rending invalidity;
and that's true nursing:
to acknowledge and be constantly aware
of that the patient's soul is marching on
with all her dignity kept intact and alive
and perhaps much more alive because of body damage
than imprisoned in the body and confined to mortal senses.
Whatever happens, you will never die
but always stay with us remaining close to us
since we will never let go of your spirit
but stay up and never leave your side,
since we are more aware now of your presence
than we were while you were physically fit.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-01-26 at 09:57
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The wounded angel
Your wings are growing although ruptured,
and your soul is free although confined in bed,
your handicapped communication with your body
means the more gymnastics for your soul,
which soars in freedom flying everywhere
discovering new realms of spiritual awareness
while the doctors can't see anything of your true state.
Your fortune is your nurse who sees it all
and understands the miracles that happen here
of your amounting freedom compensating
the brutality that struck your body down
to painful and heart-rending invalidity;
and that's true nursing:
to acknowledge and be constantly aware
of that the patient's soul is marching on
with all her dignity kept intact and alive
and perhaps much more alive because of body damage
than imprisoned in the body and confined to mortal senses.
Whatever happens, you will never die
but always stay with us remaining close to us
since we will never let go of your spirit
but stay up and never leave your side,
since we are more aware now of your presence
than we were while you were physically fit.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 368 times
Written on 2007-01-26 at 09:57
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