Hospital Parking Lot

Round and round

Narrow spaces

Sharp turns

Low ceilings

Too many cars


Too many visitors

Too many people

Full of exhaustion

Sleepless nights

Folded hands of prayer

Anxiety sitting

Making a home

On every chest


Sympathy and love

Sealed in a balloon

A teddy bear

Flowers feeding on tap water

Leaning on cold cheap glass


Cold like the concrete of these walls

Cold like the AC in those rooms

Cold like the IV crawling through veins

Cold like the hands when all of this stops


Five floors up there is light

It is hot

But it is free


What a beautiful freedom

To not be strapped by a bed

By sickness

By wires and monitors


What a beautiful freedom

To be able to give

To listen

To cherish

Be for those we love

These rolling hours

Added to our life



I wish this place

Would collect all the dust in the world

Spots taken by no one

Only to hold darkness

Soak up the sun

Listen to the echoes of birds


Up and down

Here we go

Doing all that can be done

One day at a time

Leaning on God’s shoulder


In you, Lord, I have taken refuge;
    let me never be put to shame.
In your righteousness, rescue me and deliver me;
    turn your ear to me and save me.
Be my rock of refuge,
    to which I can always go;
give the command to save me,
    for you are my rock and my fortress.

Psalm 71:1-3 NIV

Grateful to have only a taste of the medical environment and not an intense season or lifetime like so many do. My prayers and love goes out to them. Recent thoughts from a recent visit.

Photo: Havana, Cuba, January 2016

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