Sick Bed

copyright by P.R. Lowe
December 1, 2015

Come away from your sick bed
and hear me sing,
for I am the keeper of everything,
the good and the sad
and all that’s between.
I can heal you or scourge you
with dread or disease,
I can do with you
whatever I please
It’s not a punishment,
a reward or a test
or that you are different
or special from the rest
It’s not personal or religious
or ancient hocus pocus
it’s just a matter of where you put your focus.

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