Found this ol' mate on way to Gosling Creek
today and strangely didn't hear a squeak
out of him, but alive, not well, to speak
of body, but his spirit seems quite meek.
He asked by signs for me (& maybe you)
to pray for him to keep looking up to
the one he's trusting even more to do
as he has said - to help folk to renew
their minds (and bodies). Books he showed me there
do testify that gladly he's aware
in fresh ways of his need to not just care,
but keep on choosing well. He asked for prayer.
Ol' mate is here alive; not well at all,
in ICU with dozens of these leads
& tubes into him, from him, some not small,
both down his nose & gullet. Still he reads,
and lets these folk help him to heal up, and
get rid of this infection in his lung,
One day I reckon he will talk, and stand
again and sort out some of what is bung.
.. (t.b.c.)
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