PATIENCE/PATIENT

On the Razor's edge...

There's a Latin frase which

goes,"Where there is breath,

there is Hope."

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This is the second day the

Matriarch has spent in the

Illustrious Care Unit. She is,

i suppose, as comfortable as

a person can be under the

conditions which Prevail.

The ventilator is assisting

her about half the time;

she is perhaps dreaming about

the party she missed and

communing with familiar

angels. Her nurses and

doctors are taking good care

of her. I wish her eyes would

open and recognise the beauty

of life around her, however

austere it would appear at that

good moment. Of the Heart

we know that it is struggling;

Of the mind, we realise it is

Hers to make up from moment

to moment. That much was

always about her~the deciding

by a forceful will. Anyway, the

prayer lines are open and

operating in the grand scheme.

Time is our everpresent buddy.

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Grandma Z was laid away in the

church of her home in a

wonderful ceremony, the engineer

tells me. I would have dearly

loved to have gone with him to

the old stomping ground~but

i am begging to be the backstop

of my mother's rest Or recovery.

My sisters have been treating me

like a Prince...which doesn't

perturb my simple nature. They

would've also loved to have gone

up North to serve the many

related angels attending my

Elder brother's second Mother.

We beg together the blood=love

of hanging where the current

spiritual Action resides. I hope

it is a small appreciated Christian

indulgence.

Monday, 27 December, 2004

9:34:20 PM^^

Today, in this frigid clime,

i mourn the dead & dying

every=where. From the lands

of Pacific Asia under the forces

of tsunami, to the streets of

Iraq where restive democracy is

a=borning. OR, for that matter,

any family anywhere who is

suffering loss. G will grasp them

all in turn to a future beneficent

purpose we, the remainderers

cannot [and may not] yet discern.

Twas Ever Thus.

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Kay, Harry, Alan and i had

cheese=burgers @ the Ritz.

It was a lovely break in the action

[or inaction.] Yes, i had a bowl

of delicious chocolate ice cream.

Not as a memory of confluence

so much as a dedication to my

mater mirabilis who loves that

dessert when she is able to enjoy

it in large doses. And might

again if things turn upwise...

then, of course, i wouldn't cheat

her on the serving size. Not that

i ever did before. While watching

Columbo or the daily Mass...

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i love you All! G does not make a

test we cannot pass! Plus+, today

He is only a babe in a cradle with

His own stable signs...the vitals of

our vitals which gather us toward

his ponderific destiny. Miracles!

And a Happy Kwanzaa to my friend

Darney who cared for Hane like she

is his own fair mother. And might

again appreciate her lightness.

It can be Hoped^

Gospel, my friends---i am a minor

Prince in the Pantheon of such.

~your prayerful imperfect brother,

slac

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