A crippled child
Said, "How shall I dance?"
Let your heart dance
We said.
Then the invalid said:
"How shall I sing?"
Let your heart sing
We said
Then spoke the poor dead thistle,
"But I, how shall I dance?"
Let your heart fly to the wind
We said.
Then God spoke from above
"How shall I descend from the blue?"
Come dance for us here in the light
We said.
All the valley is dancing
Together under the sun,
And the heart of him who joins us not
Is turned to dust, to dust.
Gabriela Mistral
It has been ten days since Vincent had his stroke. Progress is slow but it is evident. I know the power of a positive outlook. I found this poem and it spoke to me somehow. It reminds me that nothing is set in stone and that anything is possible. Also we can never be sure what unexpected sources may bring us the very moment that will bring us the influences and experiences we require.
Blessing to all who have been so generous with your prayers and thoughts. I truly can feel the energy. I know that many are praying for us at this time and it has taught me that God comes in so many forms, for I feel the healing warmth from each of you.
