happy nurse's week

 I'm leaving this week's blog up to John O'Donohue.  He says it better than anyone in this poem.


Your mind knows the world of illness,

the fright that invades a person

arriving in and out of the world,

distraught and grieved by illness.

how it can strip a life of its joy,

dim the light of the heart

put shock in the eyes.

You see worlds breaking

at the onset of illness:

families at bedsides distraught 

that their mothers name has come up

in the secret lottery of misfortune

that had always chosen someone else.

you watch their helpless love 

that would exchange places with her.


The veil of skin opened,

the search through the bodys night

to remove tissue, war-torn with cancer.

The Critical Care Nurse Practitioner Team:  Amy, Tania and Anne.

The Critical Care Nurse Practitioner Team:  Amy, Tania and Anne.

Young lives that should be out in the sun

enjoying life with wild hearts,

come in here lamed by accident

and the lucky ones who leave,

already old and in captive posture.

The elderly, who should be prepared,

but are frightened and unsure.

you understand no one

can learn beforehand

and elegant or easy way to die.

In this fragile frontier-place, your kindness

becomes a light that consoles the brokenhearted,

awakens within desperate storms

that oasis of serenity that calls

the spirit to rise from beneath the weight of pain,

to create a new space in the persons mind

where they gain distance from their suffering

and begin to see the invitation 

to integrate and transform it.

May you embrace the beauty in what you do

and how you stand like a secret angel 

between the bleak despair of illness

and the unquenchable light of spirit

that can turn the darkest destiny toward dawn.

May you never doubt the gifts you bring

rather, learn from these frontiers

wisdom for your own heart

may you come to inherit

the blessings of your kindness 

and never be without care and love

when winter enters you own life.