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  Sep 2019 Bill M
Fearless
Blond hair and cute smile
he dances like pro
all the girls wanna know
who's that cute dude
yo that's my little bro

He's not mine by blood
my hair is not light
just like family we're tight
he's my little bud
and it just feels right

We always keep in touch
when we're far away
but he heads home Friday
I can't wait to see him
I wish he could stay
Bill M Sep 2019
Hospitalized February 6th
"It's pneumonia and Influenza A," she said the next morning.
"They want you and the boys tested. Love you; see you later."
We did not speak again for six weeks.

Lungs and kidneys quit February 7th,
placed on complete life support, and coma induced.
I am quarantined with flu and cannot visit.
Doctor calls, "She's not likely to make it. This is the worst I've seen."

Allowed to visit February 10th,
informed, "We almost lost her last night. She had a heart attack. I
must be honest with you; I've never had a patient in her condition
survive."

I thank the doctor for his candor, add, "If it is her time to go, then we will find a way to go on, but..." and he turns to me...
"we have thousands of people around the world praying for her."
"Then I will add my prayer, too," he said.

Doctor calls February 11th.
Reassures, "She's fine,  don't worry. I go off-shift tomorrow.
I think your prayers are working.
For the first time since I attended her, I think she's going to make it."
I believe him. I thank him, hang up, and cry.

Each step of the way she shatters expectations.
Surviving. Breathing. Walking.
"Expect months in the hospital." It was weeks.
"Expect months of dialysis, maybe a year, maybe a transplant." Kidneys recovered.

Thousands prayed, many gave, the Lord answered with a Yes.
In our deepest darkness, he carried us again, teaching us to trust always.
Next week, she goes back to work.
Once again, the Lord gave me my wife, my miracle.
My wife of 21 years nearly lost her life in 2019 from a horrific bout with flu pneumonia that caused her lungs and kidneys to fail, and then caused a mild heart attack that almost took her life. Her treatment and recovery have drawn us, our family, and our church family closer together in ways we never thought possible. As we have said from the beginning of this saga, to God be the glory!
Bill M Sep 2019
When trouble
  Assails,
   Then
  Even storms
Raging and
  Fierce cannot
   Alarm.
  Loving, merciful
Lord
Secures.
There is a calm that creeps over my heart when I look at the water. I don’t know why it works out that way. I don’t like swimming; I’ve never liked plunging into the water. But watching it calms me.
Bill M Sep 2019
Natural beauty moves my heart.

Often cloudless spring days turn dark and dreary, but not this time. Azure skies, verdant trees and pastures—the splendor of creation breathtaking, and I am at a loss for words.

Wildflowers bloom along the highway, purple, yellow and white interrupting swaths of hay. Trees in the new green of spring. Young leaves flutter in the light breeze. My soul is stirred. I am poetic in heart, but not in writing. Words fail me.

The air is warm and comfortable, like a lazy, midsummer afternoon. Forests and hills as far as the eye can see in the distance, framed by manicured lawns and brick buildings of a stately college campus. Glory!
I wrote this in June 2013. I can't recall now where I was or what caused me to write it, but it does reflect my thoughts toward the beauty of creation, and my inability to articulate that love.
Bill M Sep 2019
Counting the days until the twenty-fifth,
He gazes longingly at all the trappings of the season
Really, though, he knows
It’s not about presents, trees, lights, and
Sugar-laden treats.
The true reason for all the celebration is the
Man sent to earth below from heaven
Above to die on a Cross for lost
Sinners.

All the wrath of God was poured out on this Man, bringing
New life to all that submit and believe that He who
Died for sinners now lives.

Whether mankind believes
In the Savior or
Not, the
Truth
Eternally
Remains.
Bill M Sep 2019
Day in and out their view is the same.
Concrete walls, locked doors,
Regulated life, till their time has been served.

For some it becomes home, and they fear the outside.
Others resist and refuse to adapt.
The resilient change what they can; accept what they cannot.

Crime is not required to imprison a mind or body.
A begrudging character can limit as well as a cell.
Freedom comes to those that endure with grace.

— The End —