What a shock it has been to put this altogether,
Melinda muttered as she left the plane.
“We’ll leave you at home so you can complete your studies
Going off with us could cause your interest to wane
And it’s hard to go back, once you’ve stopped.”
Good thoughts, folks, except now, things changed
And I have to determine what to do
And how you are, and if you’re able to return with me
To a place that stays a comfortable seventy-two
And how to pick up the pieces of all I’ve dropped.
Gathering thoughts, following others to baggage claim,
Did she bring one bag or two?
Quick check of ticket folder shows one.
Tapping her foot, she waits, impatiently, it’s true.
Hoping her plans, made in haste, have not flopped.
There’s her bag; rolling it towards car rental
She confirms her choice of cars
Gets a map to the hospital, smiles,
And waives the map to bars
And other sights that tourists oft include when topped.
Parking at the hospital, sandals hot against the sand
While walking towards the door
Melinda sees the sign for which she’d prayed
And kneels to see the sign she had missed before
When her patience had been cropped
By other matters, she focuses on
His pledge to care for all creation; a Cholla flower
Bright, colorful, beautiful against the adobe shades of desert,
Yet filled with enough power
To defy the intense heat that otherwise would have popped
The lovely blossoms daring to glow
Their message bright and clear,
He is always with you,
And with those that you hold dear.
Love exists wherever you are, and hope can never be stopped.
This is the original work of the author, composed October 10, 2010