The Uninvited Guest - July 28, 2010

Illness is the other;

The uninvited guest

To welcome in this stranger,

Radiates protest

I remain the host,

At a party I didn’t plan;

I remain the host,

Until the fatal end

But at the party there is laughter

Sweet love and precious life

There is trueness

There is wholeness

And the uninvited guest

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