Who is this Gentle Nurse?

 

Who is This Gentle Nurse?

 

Who is this gentle nurse,

who slips into the sick room

in the darkened corners of my mind,

when all is quiet and still?

 

Illuminated by the soft light of her lamp,

she shuffles by on

tiny slippered feet,

on feathers that do not make a sound.

 

With determined purpose

she goes from bed to bed,

offering  her gentle administrations

with selfless love.

 

She compassionately wipes the fevered

brow of fearful thoughts,

cooling the raging temperatures

until there is no more perspiration or chills,

just quiet breath and sleep.

 

She whispers soothing words of encouragement

to worry,

stopping the trembling with a soft hand on its shoulder,

preventing anxiety from taking over.

 

She skillfully runs a line on another desperate patient,

offering sweet replacement to anemic thoughts

of scarcity and doubt,

filling the empty spaces of hungry vessels

with sure  knowledge of  His abundance.

 

She gives medicine to the mediocre

in the form of 

life enhancing corrections,

that are offered in little white paper cups.

 

Providing dignity and grace

she  gently rolls over those

who are still clinging to the past.

Using soapy, cleansing clothes

of forgiveness

 she washes away

their shame and guilt.

 

 

The heads of those who are thirsty for more

are lifted

and she places glasses of cool, quenching water

to their parched lips.

 

She calms those who are striking out,

 at the shadows of the night

as they spit out their anger and blame,

with her sweet reassuring voice.

 

Windows are opened,

so fresh breezes can blow through

to comfort and soothe,

to give life back to the dying.

 

The stench of brokenness is lifted from the room.

 

as she works tirelessly,

effortlessly

and lovingly

throughout the night.

 

When the morning hours come

and the sun is casting glorious golden light

in  on the once weary faces of her charges

it is seen that all traces of sickness

  have been washed away.

All suffering

has disappeared along

with the shadows of the night.

 

All there is left in this room is peace

encased in His precious golden light.

 

Though no longer needed,

she will remain where she is,

where she always was,

a reminder of His Presence.

 

Who is this gentle nurse

Who has been with us for so long

And whom we  still can not quite see?

 

Truth...

I am told,

by the healed voice within me,

her name is...

Truth.

 

Dale-Lyn August,2011