[ Me ]
Father,
I adore my life and my children
I respect your love,
but death is all around me
Please help me from above
I need some cheering up.
Something to look forward to
that would make me smile,
even if it's for just awhile.
Everyday you take away
someone I get so use to
I think of them even when I'm home
I pray for them each night.
I sit and read them stories
or I sit quietly holding their hand
Some tell me about the lives they lead
or dreams they'll never see
I go home to rest and come back tomorrow
and they'll have passed in their sleep
Their room now is so empty
and apart of me is lost
they never finish their stories.
I trust in you and I won't question your ways
But this is so hard, for me to bear
To see my patients close their eyes
take their last breath
and there is nothing I can do to stop it
I choose this field because I spoke to you,
you said it was my calling
and for me to make you proud.
But, everyday I feel pain,
and I don't know how
to differentiate the difference
of not bringing it home,
because I still think about it
at night when I'm all alone.
I love to help out others, it fills me up inside
but everyday I cry.
I cannot control my emotions
so I'm begging for your help
I understand the circle of life
and everyone must go.
I sit in silence and say a prayer
ask you, to please rid them of their sins
pray that they'll find peace in heaven
that they didn't have on earth.
I feel drained and heartbroken
Lord, please give me the strength I need
If I lose a patient tomorrow
I'll just drop to my knees and pray.
[ God ]
My Child,
You're on your knees
begging me to show you the way
If you please just believe
the keys are in your hand.
You are your own destiny
and your patience is grand.
My open gate awaits you
it is then that you will rest
You'll meet with me one day,
and I'll explain the rest,
why I choose you to be
my Angel of death on earth.
You're stronger than you realize
I knew that since your birth.
I give you the strength you need
I hear every prayer that you cry
Your love and worriment are apart of me
and your heartache I will bear
I'll walk every step with you
and I'll carry your burdens along the way.
I'll give you extra eternal love
to shower your patients with each day.
They need your compassion without a doubt
not everyone is built, the way I built you.
That is why I chosen you
to take this path, for me.
You go above and beyond
what I exceed in you
You are the spirit of me
you are my child.
Your skin is thick and your heart so kind
that's why I created you.
Never fear I'm always here
you'll never be alone
I'll never give you more,
than your heart can bear.
No one can walk in your shoes
So, consider this journey,
the reward of eternal peace.
A thrown awaits you, my precious Angel,
no one will steal your seat...
Author notes
Please excuse this piece for being so long,
but I have prayed so long and hard about this
subject and my feelings just came pouring out.
See I work in health care also, I work in a cancer
hospital, were every single patient has end stage
cancer of some kind. I see death almost every night
when I go to work. I have lost many favorite patients.
So I am sure this won't cheer you up any, but I just
needed to let you know that you are not alone. I cry
all the time, yet with God's love I go right back the next
night and do what God ask of me, all over again. I hope
with all that I am that you will continue to be the precious
Angel that God made of you.
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A contest entry
- I Need Cheering Up by Heavenly Angel.
850 points, ended October 2, 23 entries
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Simply Beautiful!
Wow Joyce!
This is such a beautifully written prayer and answer. This is something that I really needed to read tonight and your words really brought me to tears. It's very
difficult to do what you do for a living and I am so glad that your patients have you. It takes a very warm, caring, and special person to be in your line of work. I know how heart breaking it is to see someone just vanish the next day. Cancer is something that no one deserves in this life. Unfortunately, some of people aren't that lucky and they end up paying for it in the end.
It's great that you are such a strong person and the fact that you go that extra mile for your patients is something very extraordinary. Your words are straight from the heart here and I think that anyone especially those of us in the medical field, can relate to this. It's our thoughts, prayers, and the unconditional love that we spread each day that helps others to know that there are people out there who really care for them. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their nurse and caretaker!
I am glad that you wrote this and that it is as long as it is because, it really touches the heart in a million ways. This is a brilliant write and I hope that you do well with it in this contest as well as any other that you enter it into. Thanks a lot for sharing your heart here and I wish you all the best in life! It's always a pleasure to read you my friend. Take care and keep up the wonderful work here!
Jeremy0826
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Dear Joyce,
As you and many others know, I’ve been absent from AP for quite a long time so I’m especially grateful you emailed to invite me to read this. When I first set eyes on it I had been released from the hospital just hours before, still very ill and weak, and still thinking very much about everything the doctors, dietary staff, chaplain, and everyone else on down….but especially all the nurses…had done for me. I am blessed my issues were not cancer related. However…I believe the care, love, and just the basic physical needs a nurse provides is beyond measure no matter what the physical malady behind it is.
When a patient is just THAT ILL, doing things we normally take for granted can become everything from impossible to degrading…painful physically AND emotionally. I kept thinking…”no one should have to do this for another human being. It’s just wrong.” And yet…if not you, or another nurse…then who??? I could easily have drowned in my own spit, lay in my own feces, or been made to feel like I was the repulsive creature I’d suddenly felt I’d become. Instead…I received soft, encouraging words of care…apologies for the pain they knew was being inflicted on me (yet there was no choice, if I wanted to get better) and when the nurses DID find themselves “over their heads” they called in the “big guns”. Anesthesiologists who were able to find those last, very few remaining blood vessels to begin IV’s in that would ultimately save my life.
I read your prayer and I cry. I cry because I would hope EVERY nurse out there, or those who give hospice care, or family who take it upon themselves to care for a sick loved one, will ALWAYS know just how important they are to a sick, dying, mending, or journey-weary traveler on life’s short road. Sometimes we are able to express our gratefulness and gratitude. Sometimes we are not. But rest assure the care doesn’t go unnoticed by someone, somewhere along the way...Especially God! Empty rooms are but another addition to a wing in God’s house, and I hope when my time comes I am surrounded by people who care as much as you do and who are willing to provide whatever comfort I need and they are capable of. I believe more and more that nurses are God’s angels. One of my nurses was a pastor’s wife, working on a Sunday evening so she could attend church that morning. It was also her and her husband’s one year wedding anniversary. Instead of a candle-lit dinner someplace cozy, she was sitting with me, holding my hand, and praying for the healing I so desperately needed. I see that as dedication of highest degree, and there isn’t a word written in your poem that I don’t agree with 100%. You…with your huge heart and giving nature…will find many familiar “faces” in heaven, recognize voices from all through the years, and I believe for whatever pain you suffer now you will only reap in love in return.
Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful and thought provoking poem, and so ironically timely in the things I’ve thought of most often lately.
Much, much love and a world of
sssssss for those most difficult days,
~J.
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Wow, this is an amazing and heartfelt piece. I lost my nan to cancer in November so i understand it's a horrible thing to watch, but every day... not sure many could handle that!
Thanks so much for entering and best of luck in the contest x -
Such a beautiful and intimate pouring of your heart. We have to remember to place our burdens in his hands. So many times we pray, but don't stop to listen. I felt your relief and peace and he spoke to you. I hope you continue to feel this and strength through Him. I've been praying for you!
Lovely prayer poem!
love ya
Michelle
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Sometimes when the heart needs to spill it is a blessing to have pen in hand. I am not one who believes that a poem is too short or too long as long as it relieves the writer and touches the reader. Both poems do that. I can relate to them both as well. I have two sons and two daughters, five grandchildren and I pray that God keeps them and shields them everyday, all day. As for the prayer for your job and patients, I used to work in a Nursing Home. I once dreaded the blessing God bestowed on me. During my stay at the Nursing Home I was able to utilize that gift and pray with the seniors before they crossed the threshold to the other world. I am able to see death on people. I can also hear them up to three days after they have crossed-over. I have written poetry to their words and stunned family members with poems for Obituaries.
God hears your longing heart for your son and the sick. My daughter-in-law is an RN in the Cancer Unit at Cleveland Clinic and she is growing weary of the pain, suffering and death. We have talked about how it drains her spirit. Her answer is what you've written here...PRAYER. Pray without ceasing dear sister. Your generous heart and sincere words are a healing process within themselves.
Thank you for inviting me to read these words. They bring me to the brink of tears knowing that we are all blessed because of His grace. I hope you can manage to keep doing what you do. I know you surely have a healing touch in your hands. Sometimes we have to use our own gifts to do what the Master wants of us.
It is easy to see that this poem has touched ~Heavenly~. I wish you well in the challenge.
Always with LOVE ♥
Renee
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Oh Twinsy,
I had you in tears, and well you did the same to me! Wow!!! This is so touching and beautiful! I knew you would write something amazing for this contest, but I never dreamed it would have me in tears the way this one did! You are amazing!
I love this background!!
Best of luck to you in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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I'm not sure who is blessed more
us, because we know you or your patients. Your work is something most could not do. Remember though that you are God's right hand and that your job is to make them comfortable on their trip to heaven. You are the Stewardess of Heaven.
" Thank you for taking your trip with us, The father and your family awaits you at your destination. Have a nice flight!"
The body left behind is just a vessel, the spirit has gone home! I love you Sis, Bubba ( Ps... I cried reading this. I'm proud of you!)
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Oh, dear friend...I am overwhelmed with your write!
Truly you have a calling..and I feel strongly unless God gifts us with this ministry, most men and women could not take it emotionally. So much inner strength is needed to minister to the terminally ill! They are special to the Lord, and you are one of those Special ones, assigned this care giving.
What blesses me is you don't end your write with agony, but the reassurance of the Lord in telling you are called to this role in life...He made you strong enough to do it...but you are affirmed with your worthy place and your reward!
A masterpiece of a penning! Bravo for sharing it with us! All the best in the contest!
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Oh, Joyce, i absolutely love this poem.
"Their room now is so empty
and apart of me is lost
they never finish their stories." - i so know this...the feeling of walking into a room after someone has passed... or being with them while they die. i know. i know.
I totally understand this. i keep little vignettes that i write from work much like this...i have only ever posted a few...
I'll admit, i write here at allpoetry to give myself something to do away from work. to get my mind off of it.
this flows wonderfully and i love the prayer & answer.... and the end is a nice note to end on.
you are an angel
[my only suggestion - just make your title
My conversation with god.
because it is not long at all. it's perfect...]
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yes this may be long, but well worth every second it took for me to read it.
it is so very beautiful and your amazingly sweet heart shines through from the
beginning to the very end. i love the why you talk to God and how he lovingly answers you. leaving you with no doubt that you are doing an excellent job at what he needs you to do on this earth. i truly wish there were more people like you, you are one in a million for doing what so many could never do. i am sure that it is so hard to do at times, but as God said he will always be with you. even if this does not win the gold ( and i can't see why it won't ) please know that each word of this touching piece is golden in the eyes of God. many, many blessing to you and everyone who does the kind of work that you do.
love you
justgot2loveme
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I'm truly at a loss for words...
This piece means more to me than I can convey and I thank you from the very depths of my being for this
May God richly bless you and again, thank you!
~Heavenly~
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