When illness comes,
what once was a flawless sky
becomes laden with pending rain.
Clouds begin lurking, spreading, darkening…
intent on swallowing the sun.
Thunder rolls in
on the tail of an erratic wind,
obscuring vision with the downpour it brings.
But beyond the threatening storm,
beyond the darkness,
beyond the fear,
is a place where the moon
flaunts his friendly grin
and, one way or another,
the sun will shine again.
Shortly after retiring, I became a volunteer for a local hospice organization. One of the services they provided was the preparation of a life journal for their patients. As a volunteer, I would spend time with a patient, gather stories and photos of their life, then organize that information into a book they could give to their family. I volunteered for several years, taking a hiatus when a new grandchild needed my care. My grandson will start preschool in the fall, so I decided it was time to get back to journal writing. I contacted the volunteer manager who said they’d be happy to have me return. I look forward once again to being in the company of genuinely honest, often courageous, and always appreciative patients who prompted the poem above.
This is my response to RDP#46 – Open. Sgeoil has challenged us to “Open your eyes…Open your heart…Open the door”, so I say – Yes, let’s do that – with volunteerism! There is always a cause out there that can use our help!
Photo was taken in the Highlands of Scotland