I lie here on my bed
Before me lies my broken leg
In its plaster cast its spread
Straight and bulky.
I contemplate its bulky form
My former shape lies within
The bulk for now will be the norm
But ere long it should be back again!
I now have time to contemplate
My life, my sins and all my deeds
As here I lie the healing to await
I watch through my window
The skies outside, so blue
As time continues on its flight
Stand still oh Time!
I wish to yell
I wish I could do something more fun
But no, I am stuck on my bed
Plates and screws that stabilize
Cause pain and bring tears to my eyes
Life should be so sublime
Yet I fear what the Book may tell
I need more time to contemplate
Reparations for my deeds, I fret!
Please Lord – wait!
Stop, act not on the Book just yet!
My neighbours showing sympathy
When they see me hobbling along.
Please Lord lift my blindness
That I may see where I’ve been wrong.
Give that gentleness I may repay
With kindness evermore
That impatience now may stay
And anger I will deplore.
Its funny how life altering events often wrap themselves in days that begin like any other.