Post by clansmanchris on Jul 14, 2011 12:39:06 GMT -5
I sit calmly and silently in the waiting room of my doctor’s surgery
Waiting to see my General Practitioner (GP) after a stressful week at work,
Momentarily distracting my thoughts from the strain of the last five nights
By discreetly watching others waiting in the room with me.
The young father playing with his pre-school son to my right – no doubt waiting to see the Health Visitor,
The anxious mother with her teenage daughter to my left – chatting openly about menstrual difficulties,
And the handsome young man opposite me – escorting his frail elderly mother to see the Practice Nurse,
Each duo reminding me that each of us is related to someone
And of the differing roles we each have or play to different people at different times of our lives.
The elderly mother of the chap opposite me looks at the young child playing to the right of me and smiles,
No doubt recalling happy times she spent playing with her own son when he was a boy
Realising, all too quickly, how the years pass,
And the older we get the more we become dependent upon those for whom we used to provide and care,
As we fast lose our hair, eyesight, hearing, teeth, mobility, continence and sometimes our minds,
Leaving us only with distant memories of who or what we were,
When we look in the mirror and see an image which resembles something less than a shadow of our former selves.
And yet for all that today I feel old I do not feel I am growing older,
Even though a cursory look at events featured in the magazines on the waiting room table
Remind me too of how quickly the years pass,
As one is conscious we are already into the second half of 2011
With no sign of life’s pace reducing
To enable one to catch-up with the 101 things one always seems to have to do,
Or appreciate the present as much as one reveres the past
Before it too is gone in the twinkling of an eye.
I glance at the handsome young man opposite me and exchange a smile
As I inwardly behold the beauty of his bare thighs
And wonder, as I note the absence of a wedding ring from his finger,
Whether he too is gay and game, and/or if he still lives with his Mum;
And what my own dear Mother would be doing now were she still alive,
Knowing she would now be her eightieth year
Had she not being taken from me thirty years ago this October.
I glance too at the other mother with her daughter
And remember, with much affection, that whilst I naturally did not discuss menstrual difficulties with my own mother
She was always there for me when I was growing-up,
Although her premature death meant she never did see me complete my journey to adulthood.
Yes, life is indeed a voyage;
Conception, birth, childhood, adolescence, adulthood, menopause/mid-life crisis, old age and finally death assuming we complete our natural course
Before, hopefully, we are resurrected to another, better – altogether happier, healthier – life
Where there is no beginning and no end, for it is eternal and with God who created each and every one of us
And that He “so loved the world that He sent His only begotten son that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die but have everlasting life”.
I therefore do not fear, nor shall I fear, what my GP diagnoses and much less what he will prescribe,
Knowing that Almighty God is the Creator and Sustainer of all life, and no man can cause or cure what He alone has predestined to come to pass.
Thank you Jim for your invaluable Ministry and continuing to provide this site. May Almighty God bless and keep you and all readers in His love.
CHRISTOPHER LUKE (aka CLANSMANCHRIS)
Waiting to see my General Practitioner (GP) after a stressful week at work,
Momentarily distracting my thoughts from the strain of the last five nights
By discreetly watching others waiting in the room with me.
The young father playing with his pre-school son to my right – no doubt waiting to see the Health Visitor,
The anxious mother with her teenage daughter to my left – chatting openly about menstrual difficulties,
And the handsome young man opposite me – escorting his frail elderly mother to see the Practice Nurse,
Each duo reminding me that each of us is related to someone
And of the differing roles we each have or play to different people at different times of our lives.
The elderly mother of the chap opposite me looks at the young child playing to the right of me and smiles,
No doubt recalling happy times she spent playing with her own son when he was a boy
Realising, all too quickly, how the years pass,
And the older we get the more we become dependent upon those for whom we used to provide and care,
As we fast lose our hair, eyesight, hearing, teeth, mobility, continence and sometimes our minds,
Leaving us only with distant memories of who or what we were,
When we look in the mirror and see an image which resembles something less than a shadow of our former selves.
And yet for all that today I feel old I do not feel I am growing older,
Even though a cursory look at events featured in the magazines on the waiting room table
Remind me too of how quickly the years pass,
As one is conscious we are already into the second half of 2011
With no sign of life’s pace reducing
To enable one to catch-up with the 101 things one always seems to have to do,
Or appreciate the present as much as one reveres the past
Before it too is gone in the twinkling of an eye.
I glance at the handsome young man opposite me and exchange a smile
As I inwardly behold the beauty of his bare thighs
And wonder, as I note the absence of a wedding ring from his finger,
Whether he too is gay and game, and/or if he still lives with his Mum;
And what my own dear Mother would be doing now were she still alive,
Knowing she would now be her eightieth year
Had she not being taken from me thirty years ago this October.
I glance too at the other mother with her daughter
And remember, with much affection, that whilst I naturally did not discuss menstrual difficulties with my own mother
She was always there for me when I was growing-up,
Although her premature death meant she never did see me complete my journey to adulthood.
Yes, life is indeed a voyage;
Conception, birth, childhood, adolescence, adulthood, menopause/mid-life crisis, old age and finally death assuming we complete our natural course
Before, hopefully, we are resurrected to another, better – altogether happier, healthier – life
Where there is no beginning and no end, for it is eternal and with God who created each and every one of us
And that He “so loved the world that He sent His only begotten son that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die but have everlasting life”.
I therefore do not fear, nor shall I fear, what my GP diagnoses and much less what he will prescribe,
Knowing that Almighty God is the Creator and Sustainer of all life, and no man can cause or cure what He alone has predestined to come to pass.
Thank you Jim for your invaluable Ministry and continuing to provide this site. May Almighty God bless and keep you and all readers in His love.
CHRISTOPHER LUKE (aka CLANSMANCHRIS)