I’ve spent two days in vast, windowless brick boxes,
Places of health care, with countless people
Busy working on a multitude of tasks
That assume a lack of health.
Long, anomic halls stretch in all directions,
Brightly lit, but empty of humanity, of life.
In each room someone labeled “sick”
– Attached to some machine –
Is being tended to, or is just waiting.
The conversations never reference health –
But only assume sickness, lack.
When, against all odds, I’ve been allowed to leave,
I feel overjoyed to discover,
At this dusky hour,
A bright affirming sky, with flowing clouds and silhouetted trees.
I rejoice to find The brilliant sun behind the earth radiating its gorgeous pink to crimson light
Against a bright blue firmament.
I begin again to link with Universal Life;
I know again the truth of all that is,
That I am perfect as I am,
Expressing perfect Love;
That I transcend the bonds of any dreaded sickness,
That I am whole and well.
I feel glad and grateful.