Vitamin Receive

"Receive your sight" - Acts 9:18

Commanded to receive,

I open my hands, and

into them pours a blessing

This simple equation

tells me, every time, I

cannot forget who I am.

"Receiver" - my name - it

rings out with no shame. Lame,

I limp toward my healing.

Covered in filth, still I

move forward,  uphill, 'til

toiling, I pass up my pride.

At last I am near the

great Giver. Here, I lie

finally spent, at His mercy.

            He lifts me up, gently

            Looks at me, intently.

            Asks me to hold out my hands.

My pride long forgotten

I obey. Tears fall, all

noticed by Him who now kneels.

He opens his own hands

Pierced, hard-working hands - and

Lets His life-gift swiftly flow.

His fingers - so warm - give

healing and hope; pour forth

love to my soul like a sea

I'll never leave Him. I'm

glad to receive Him: Gift

Who make all other gifts pale.

Vitamin Best

The day slides by -

Sun, shadow, shine

A motley mix of shades.

Blue, yellow, green

Glance off my screen.

Outside, sweet Springtime plays.

The garden calls

As daylight falls

And morning turns to dusk

I've sat. I've read

I shake my head.

I'm dressed - but only just.

My brain cells swim

My vision dims.

"I should have"'s fill my mind.

Outside this home

So many groan

With pain - am I so blind?

And yet, today

I heard God say

In words straight to my soul

"My best, for you,

Lies in this room:

Come, let me make you full."

Full of

rest,

Full of peace.

Next day you'll be renewed.

Smile again!

Oh child, dear friend,

My Best is always good.