Sick
Tired of being sick, looking out window.
Only so much introspection into portal of soul.
Mental rest, physical rest, emotional rest, spiritual rest.
Caring for the soul, entire being.
Confronted with all ways comfort when sick.
Yet not all ways of comfort are restoring for soul.
Looking outside and wishing could be there.
Wide open space soul can explore.
Places of beauty and joy resuscitates spirit.
Warmth of sun nurturing all that lives.
Feeling its hot rays cultivates gratitude.
A soft, warm breath soaks into the depths of soul.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Tired of being sick, looking out window.
Only so much introspection into portal of soul.
Mental rest, physical rest, emotional rest, spiritual rest.
Caring for the soul, entire being.
Confronted with all ways comfort when sick.
Yet not all ways of comfort are restoring for soul.
Looking outside and wishing could be there.
Wide open space soul can explore.
Places of beauty and joy resuscitates spirit.
Warmth of sun nurturing all that lives.
Feeling its hot rays cultivates gratitude.
A soft, warm breath soaks into the depths of soul.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
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