Rejoice, when they send flowers to your home
And you are in the hospital
Fifty miles away
Rejoice, when they ask if you need anything
Even though there is nothing you can have.
Rejoice, when there is a tube stuck down your nose,
Rejoice again, I say, rejoice!
If that tube weighs a pound
And sways awkwardly
While you are wandering the halls.
If it takes the nurse an hour or two
To answer your page
Before you’re free
To wander in the halls,
Rejoice that you can wake so easily
For x-rays at four a.m.,
Rejoice when they all ask
If you wear oxygen tubes at home,
Rejoice when your friends all fly past you on Fitbit,
Rejoice FOR THEM,
Rejoice when the nurses call you sweetie
And say, O bless your heart!
Rejoice, for the Lord comes riding on a colt
And surely it was better than your ride
Home will be, to a house that smells like vomit.
Rejoice, because you are fearfully wonderfully made,
And the Lord is even rejoicing now
Sending you a toot to toot.
Rejoice, this poem is through
Even though your release is nowhere at all in sight!
George R Pasley
April 3, 2017