There was only one thing the old witch cared about,

it was her flower,

at the top of her tower

Each morning she’d climb the stairs with care

not to slip, always being aware

Holding her watering can tightly so not to spill a drop

She’d always make it to the top

Every Spring she’d plant a seed

It was the beauty that she’d need

Her life was dark and full of hate

Not her fault, it was her fate

The old witch was lonely for many years

One day she’d die, twas her only fear

“Oh beautiful flower upon the top

Keep me company until I drop

If you die and leave me one day

My life will be a total dismay”

This is what the old witch would say

Repeating herself everyday

One day she looked up to see

The drooping flower, how could this be

By the…

If I
were a dandelion seed

And
could float upon the winds

Where
would the breezes take me?

What
wonders would I see?

If I
were a dandelion seed

Clinging
to the fur of a four-legged being,

Would I
feel secure as I were carried forth?

Or awash
in fear and dread?

If I
were a dandelion seed

And
could plant myself wherever

In
smallest depths of earth’s rich soil

In
familiar or strange terrain

I wonder
what I’d choose

If I
were a dandelion seed

Of
little weight or matter

I’d let
the breeze carry me

And
worry not and no decision make

For
mother nature created me

And I’d
trust in her embrace

Divine
One

Grant me,
please, this favor

Help not
to jump ahead of You

To a
future not yet mine

To make
decisions based on a past

Clothed
in weary weather

Help me
to ignore the storms

Long
past, yet not forgotten

How can
I know what tomorrow brings?

Sunshine
or hail, tumultuous wind. Or fair skies

These I
cannot fathom, cannot know

Please,
Divine One, help me live

For this
day only

And cherish
every moment

Grant me faith and trust in You

This I ask of you

Coming
home after round two in Edmonton I am still harboring feelings of apprehension.
The past few years have been fraught with difficulties and challenges where my
hubby’s health is concerned. Fear seemed to be a constant companion with each
and every hospital visit. I am still holding my breath. He’s still in hospital
and while there have been successes such as his recent surgery other issues
remain.

Doctors had said he was at a very high risk for surgery, in fact they warned he may not survive it. All these thoughts were on my mind as I sat waiting for the operation to be finished – as I waited for news.

I had
met and made friends with two women from Northern Saskatchewan during his last
hospitalization. I was grateful when they offered to come sit with me while
hubby went through the surgery. They were a wonderful source…