Emi's Surgery

My little girl went under the knife today.
It happened about eight o'clock this morning.
We were out of the house by 5:30 AM.
5:30!!
Looking out the sap stained windows of the mini-van
and driving to the heart of the city of Chicago
We witnessed the most gorgeous sunrise
peeking over Lake Michigan
It was a show stopper.
Wow! I thought.
Wow!
An omen of profound hope as we began this day
Something new and beautiful is about to begin
heralded by the fiery, purply change in the sky.
Just what wonder will be a part of this day,
this week, this year?

Emi lay peacefully in her bed
propped up with an IV in her arm
holding a purple marker so they could write on her belly.
The doctor was tall
Really tall
A giant, no doubt
They say that about his skills too.

We prayed.
I anointed her with balm
Christ's healing presence to fill her and surround her.

She'll come out later, groggy and dragging drains.
And I shall tend to them for her.
May I be God's instrument of healing this week
as she recovers from having her insides all stitched nicely in place.