A Time for Celebration

Janice Meyer
Something happened on Good Friday this year,
in the wee hours, I awoke with a start,
my being not well, still nothing to fear,
perhaps a morsel from local food mart.

I ran down the hall to bathroom on left,
in the nick of time so nothing would spill.
With chills, cramps, nausea - I lorn, bereft.
I needed a cure, this demon to kill.

To the drugstore I raced for meds to stop
this thing camped out in my non-suspect form.
With Pepto, K.o. and Seven-Up pop,
will I join the others, masses of norm?

Did the choir do well without me today?
Did pastor read my poem with emotion?
I celebrated the resurrection
with hubby, snacks and prayers of devotion.

Published by Janice Meyer

Jeanette is a prolific author and poet. She lives in Indiana with husband Norman, and two cats. One daughter lives nearby. She loves writing articles on AC and a couple of other sites. Most of her colleg...  View profile

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  • Deborah4/13/2009

    Praise the Lord for time we spend at His feet. This was your time to spend it at His feet.
    love ya deb

  • Tonya4/12/2009

    Oh, How I know how you feel I was sick too I believe it is going around uck...
    Yeah I spent mine in the word of God and communing with Him.. It was a blessing.
    Thank-you for sharing.
    Tonya

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