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The Big Picture

Pot bellied doctor, snow white beard,  read the report
"You have Parkinson's", he gave it to me straight
fit perfectly in his eleven o'clock slot
wrapped it up with a holiday wish
December 10th, 2000, I remember the date;
shadowed by tinsel and blinking lights
I tore the paper, bad news on either side
looked for God between the lines
was He too small or too big I couldn't decide;
yet once in swaddling clothes wrapped
under Bethlehem star and shepherd's gaze lain
the same God, robed now  in majesty and glory
just didn't fit within my finite brain;

 

 

Pot bellied doctor, snow white beard, read the report
"You still have Parkinson's", he gave it to me straight
fit perfectly in his eleven o'clock slot
wrapped it up with a holiday wish
December 10th 2008, coincidentally today's date;
yet joy and peace still steal a  kiss
under what  hangs over our heads,
finding God there, the unlikeliest place
where pieces of a puzzle missing all these years
are wrapped in a box lined with mercy and grace;
 our own special rainbow fiting perfectly
right below where dark skies and bright sun meet
the gift that holds a promise
for the small picture set before us
and the bigger one yet complete.

Author notes

Danna I know this poem is one that ends in ryhme
so if you disqualify it I'll understand this time

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  • goalsv
    December 31, 2008
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    My wifes Grandmother had Parkinson's, and one of our dear friends at church has it also. I loved the way you discribed the feeling and emotion you had when told of this. Hope she does not disqualify, it deserves a trophy.


  • troyias silver member
    December 11, 2008
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    Well Done

    My mother was diagnosed with Parkinson's a few years ago.  she is having a problem with it but her faith resides in God and her spirit never falters. My prayers are with you.

    This is a wonderful expression of the roller coaster that is caused by this diagnosis.  The flow is wonderful and the pain evident.  Great Job.

     

    Go with God my friend,

     

     

     

    Valerie


  • Danna Hobart
    December 11, 2008
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    Your rhyme works very well in this poem. It does not come off as pedestrian or forced, but flows very well.

    I am sad to hear that you have to deal with Parkinson's.

    our own special rainbow fiting perfectly
    right below where dark skies and bright sun meet

    This is one of the most beautiful lines I have ever read. Thank you for entering.

  • goalsv
    December 11, 2008

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    Great job, a very poetic way to show we can not understand God and that at times we question him.Yet knowing He is in charge of the big picturecan give us hope.