Living within the constraints of chronic illness, or other limitations, needn’t mean living a limited life.
We may have to be more creative in the ways we seek soul sustenance.
Have support and input from others, perhaps.
Imagination and insight play their part.
Freedom can be found in unexpected ways and places.
I am discovering how my mind and spirit can roam free even if my body cannot.
And how feeling chained is a state of mind.
Being captive to circumstances is a choice.
Being free is another.
‘Freedom’
I’m blue-sky
thinking,
dreaming, drifting,
white-clouded
pillow-sinking
A vast horizon
hones into view ~
inviting, enticing,
warmly beckoning
to me and to you
Feel the sand yield
beneath your feet,
salt-tangled breeze,
melting mists that
waft and greet
Wet pavements glistening
in the sun,
as we shuffle,
amble, or break
into a run
Noisy clamour of
a city-busy throng,
elbowing, thrusting
through crowds
to where we belong
Stinging crystalline snowflakes
bite our faces,
reshaping the familiar
into landscapes
of inaccessible places
Even when confined
to bed or chair,
my unfettered mind
is free
to roam anywhere
All it takes
is a pause, glimpse, a look,
with time to reflect ~
on the words and images
contained in a book.
©JoyLenton2012
**NOTE** As you can see, this is one of my ‘here’s one I made earlier’ poems for such a time as this. It originally appeared on this post on my blog, ‘Words of Joy’, where I spoke about adjusting to loss, and the freedom we can have in Christ.
