But now somehow she has it gathered in. Without response she moves away, Unseeing eyes transfixed by inward prescience Of surcease in a far-off, private place. In silence we find ourselves. Then perhaps a path that leads to serving others. From the center point we move quietly full circle in lunar resonance.
Beautiful trees appear grown tall where there was barren soil.
Caring emerges not from an open wound that is raw and painful, but from an open heart, from a died and resurrected depth, a center point from which all the pain and suffering Humanity knows rests. You may rest with open heartedness - Christ has no other way to work through you. In time you will accept that not knowing the answer is both part of knowing and having an answer. Blessed are the floor nurses for they have mountains to climb. Blessed are the floor nurses for they must be brother, sister, wife, mother, father, friend to all patients who hunger to be heard and cared for.