Visualizing Wholeness 2 - Poem Before Surgery

This worry is alive
devouring me
driving every action, every word
until my free will is gone
and you are all that remains
my beacon.

We're looking down a road
far too steep, far too long,
far too difficult for you.

Follow my draft, stay close.

We'll ride the fragile pauses
between deep breaths
into that place
where worry fails
allowing impossible glimpses
which stretch high above
your heavy reality.

On this magic-carpet ride
we'll see your body, whole
as it was in my first dream of you

The whisper of this vision
must carry us through
until suddenly, you are strong.

Even after the surgeon works his magic
Even after you wake
in astonished pain
until you sing again,
a new song
and we ride towards wholeness