Robert Browning (1812-1889)
from Pippa Passes
The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn:
God’s in His heaven—
All’s right with the world!
While it is a nice poem, after the hurricanes I am not sure all is right with the world at least from our perspective. I see the destruction and broken hearts but also all the giving hearts and the resilience. Things never seem right with the world on a global perspective even when our private lives may resonate with Robert Browning’s verse.
No matter where you are personally on such a spectrum elsewhere it will be different until Heaven’s glory dawns.
Except for the fact that the year is at the autumn instead of the spring, my life on one level could fit the verse. On the other hand, I have been terribly sick for a few weeks, thus the inconsistency in my blog appearances.
Friday morning my husband had an important meeting at work. He refused to go even though I insisted I was fine. He said he could not leave me in that condition. I still insisted that I could take care of myself. He would not leave and within a couple of hours we were at the emergency room getting pain and steroid injections, increasing the dose of my anti-inflammatory and getting prednisone.
I am doing much better as long as I sit in my recliner and do not move unnecessarily but the side effects from the prednisone were worse than the cure. Had to nix that. As long as I can hold out till Monday. I am praying the orthopedist will give me an effective spinal injection. Please pray with me on that.
I guess that because I have insurance and live in a place where I can readily get medical help makes things all right in my world. Of course, there is no guarantee that I will live with a healthy back after Monday. Fiddling around back there makes me nervous.
I can’t speak for hurricane survivors. I imagine some are extremely grateful while others are devastated.
I appreciate your patience with this rambling post. Comparing my painful injury to the event of a hurricane is not even sensical. So I ramble about my physical pain in the face of others emotional pain.
Please pray for me these next few days, especially on Monday.
Blessings to all of you!