I began writing poetry recently after the darkest period in my life. I retired as a statistician in the federal government five years ago because of a chronic progressive autoimmune disease. About a year ago, a major flare threw me into a physical and psychic downward spiral which I didn't think I would survive. I finally obtained relief through medical and psychotherapy.
But my true path to wholeness began with deep soul work. I now bow down in gratitude for my illness. It has become my greatest teacher. My poetry is a reflection of that truth. My greatest hope is that others will find true wholeness also. And, if these small poems provide a gateway, I will be twice blessed.
As I slowly start down the stony steps, guide my balance O Lord. With every unsteady step, I am upheld by your strong but gentle arm. Give me the grace to learn with Bridget the treasured lessons of equanimity and compassion. Bless my strivings as well as my discouragements. O Protector of the wounded, enfold me in your loving protective care and keep me safe.