This Flu That Slows Me So Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

This horrid flu that for a week
or more I silently bore
waiting for symptoms to abate
strength to return anew

I rested often but disease
persists returns not any vitality
head eyes ache nose runs
throat hurts dizzy I am meek

yet grateful I am for this flu
that slows me so lets me sleep
for oft throughout slow day
in spaces slow to my God I speak.

Blessed therefore may be the meek
who in fever worship speak.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock