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Children’s Hospital Waiting Room

file0001166466273From this side of this window-

through this glass looking

down seventeen stories –

the world is a odd place.

.

The smell of rain

has become a distant memory.

Taxi cabs – thick bugs.

People- so much seed

scattered on a hard path.

.

Who would have thought

a tiny swish rising

through a stethoscope

could so change everything.

.

Here we are a congregation

Of the suspended –

Inhabitants of a sanitized purgatory –

A communion of those who wait.

.

Here the priests and prophets

wear blue scrubs

and white paper masks.

.

Why, I ask, is it that your tiny heart,

no larger than your tiny hand,

should refuse to grow?

What providence has brought us here?

What karma? There is no answer

.

so we wait.

We wait for our names to be called.

We wait.

– Bill Cook

© 2011, poem, Bill Cook, All rights reserved
Photo courtesy of morgueFile

Re-blogged with the permission of Bill Cook, Poetry Matters. Bill is an Ordained Elder in the United Methodist Church, serving a wonderfully diverse congregation.

  • His church: St. Paul UMC, Willingboro NJ.
  • BA. English Lit., Rutger’s, the State University, New Brunswick NJ.
  • M Div. New Brunswick Theological Seminary New Brunswick NJ.
  • D Min. Wesley Theological Seminary, Washington DC.

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12 thoughts on “Children’s Hospital Waiting Room

  1. 😦 How awful to have to wait in such circumstances. You captured that horrible feeling of limbo (“the waiting IS the hardest part”, as Tom Petty sang) perfectly. The grey and rainy image you used goes well with the sterility and harshness of the hospital scene. With the spiritual aspect/metaphors so closely entwined in this piece, I kept looking for some small sign of hope at the end. But that you chose not to show us any only hammers home the sense of helplessness and despair. I think this is a well-wrought poem. I can only hope it is not from a personal experience, and if so, you have my deepest sympathies for having to endure such things.

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