The other night…was a really, REALLY bad night.
At a hospital that shall remains *cough* nameless…
It’s been the closest moment, so far, where I’ve almost lost all composure.
So…all I’m going to do is offer some stanzas from the poem Ezekiel and the bones, from my friend Erin’s book Seal Up the Thunder…because it communicates what I feel far better than any words my sleepless brain can manage…
I came then to the bone plain,
bones hollowed and heaped and dry, so dry,
the sand hissed against them,
with a sound like cymbals.
Prophesy, cried the Angel. What
could I say? I stuttered, Listen, listen.
Elohim crouched like storm cloud,
uncovered His face and cried aloud.
It hollowed me. I thought the world
had lost all sound.
