My hospital stay was OK in many ways. I felt safe and well taken care of. My days of feeling really sick were few. I was never bored and I enjoyed the retreat-like atmosphere for prayer and meditation. Visits for company and communion brightened almost every day.
My time at home again has been a total joy. This day is wonderful. I sit in my glider and watch the green of trees outside. I hear the birds (I missed hearing the birds in the hospital). I walked the two blocks to chapel this morning without sitting down (all the benches along the way were wet).
It feels so good to feel good.
Our friend, Hugh Pyle, sent this Robert Frost poem that speaks so clearly and sweetly to how I feel held by you.
The Silken Tent
Robert Frost
She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday, when a sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew, and all its ropes relent
So that in guys it gently sways at ease
And its supporting central cedar pole
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul
Seems to owe naught to any single cord
But, strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass 'round
And only by one going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware
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