the wound is stitched closed
the brain cells recover
the heart's murmur becomes softer and fainter
the tumor gets smaller and smaller and smaller
and i, the cynical, ungrateful, impatient patient,
even while being swallowed up by such hope and life,
ask if they will win
ask when it will heal and if it will scar
ask how that is even possible
ask if it will ever be silent
ask when it will finally disappear
and in spite of my selfish and sardonic attitude,
i am lovingly reminded to be still
and know that He is the good surgeon
and to take heart
and wait for Him.
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