We feel the bitter winter of the heart The icy hand ,the cruel teeth’s sharp bite When close friends die, when lovers break apart
Terse,cruel words can make our deep self smart The weak have little power to make things right So feel the bitterest winter of their hearts
Humans may like fruit be much too tart Thus fantasied revenge can blind with light As close friends die or false lovers depart
While we suffer, we seek maps and charts Which path to follow,which leads us aright From the bitter winter of the heart?
The muscles clench, the ligaments are taut Faces frown, in mirrors demons shriek If close friends die or lovers haste to part
The pain of loss, the tears that agitate The mental functions,all have gone on strike Stricken in the winter of the heart
Retaliation , bitter, wants to fight. Yet we have little time to see the Light We curse the bitter winter of the heart Instinct, humbler. finds for us new charts
When Mary awoke, she felt the pain in her ear was worse. I think must have an ear infection, she said to Annie while she was beating the doormat on the wall to get the dust out. Maybe you should stop cleaning and housework.You are releasing lots of dirt into the air You are right,Mary replied.It’s just what Mother used to do But did she have a hoover? No, we had a Ewbank. Get a cordless cleaner and it will suck the dust out for you Thanks,Annie.I think I will go to the Urgent Care Centre.I don’t want an abscess in my ear to explode,as it were. I’m sorry I can’t come but they have restrictions about how many visitors go in Mary called a cab.Soon she was in the almost empty hospital.How much she would have liked a companion.Still, there is always God, wherever he has moved to. A young woman with thick frizzy fair hair called her in and said that she was a GP Mary was thinking how much better her pale lips would look with some lipstick As for her clothes, it is best to remain silent.I suppose doctors can’t afford to go to M & S nowadays Mary thought. There is some wax in your ear, the doctor told Mary in a cruel manner That’s good.I need a candle,Mary said inventively Then the maskless doctor stood in front of Mary and peered into her mouth. Sheaaaàa pushed Mary’s crutch away and announced, there is nothing wrong with you You must go out and make new connections, do things, go to Dances, play Bingo Get up and walk, she advised , Jesus remarked in the Gospel l,though he also asked the cripple to take up his bed yet there were no beds left in the hospital Oh,dear Mary said I am not wired myself as yet.My body is running on sunshine. Do you think I should offer my supine body to the lonely old men living in the big houses near here? I’m afraid I shall have to charge them.Do you have any free room with an elecric socket that I might use? And we’ll need a bed The beds are all full, the doctor replied Good grief, how many people are in these beds? Do they share? Don’t ask me.It’s my coffee break, the young lady cried Mary struggled up and went outside to call a cab At least it’s been a change of scene yet as the cab drove her home, the pain began to get worse. Is Mary going to make it?
She was sitting in the cab theb she wondered whether this pain could be a form of angina.
So when she got home she got out her GNT spray and sprayed some underneath her tongue. Very soon the pain had gone completely.
I am so lucky Mary cried. I was reading an article in the Guardian about angina and how it’s been discovered that women experience the pain very differently from men.
Men tend to have the classic symptoms of pain in the chest and down their left arm where is women can have an intense pain in the jaw or the neck and now it appears in the ear.
“Older people are more inclined to feel gratitude for what they have experienced and what they have,” Dr. Dychtwald said. “Emotional intelligence rises as we age.”
The other day, with some effort, I laced up my running shoes and went for a jog. But can you really call it a jog when you go 10 blocks before the fire in your lungs makes you pull up heaving? After two years in a computer crouch, moving upright felt odd, unnatural, and I wondered if my decline was irreversible.
How my heart sings 