The Heavy Plow

  The Heavy Plow The Plow upon His shoulder, He walks across the land, The earth spreads open, Behind the steps, Of this man. The Planter of the seed, Pulls the heavy Plow, The ground is rent, Soil bared, His work draws a crowd. Like a beast beneath the yoke, He stumbles in His task, The Plow digs deep, As the crowd around Him laughs. The plow row behind Him, Opens to receive the seed, While men and women rejoice, To see Him on his knees. The Plow again now rises, Here, double yoked, A Cyrenian pressed in service, In this cruel, heartless joke. The heavy Plow upon them, They furrow up the hill, The crowd of endless ages, Laugh at it still. Blood and sweat drip, Watering the row, The seeds begin to spring, In the garden far below. The heavy Plow is planted, Firmly in the dirt, The work is nearly finished, Of sowing this rebirth. The Planter on the Plow, Looks out upon His work, Though His heart is pierced, He declares it - good. Earth, now turned over, Beneath the heavy Plow, Stands wa

Update

Catherine saw her GI doctor for the first time yesterday and he decided to switch the formula she was on and make her feed continuous at night. This formula, Peptamen, is broken down a little bit more than the Pediasure and hopefully it will empty her stomach quicker. Last night she was on the new formula and she threw up a few more times than usual...I will try again tonight, hopefully she is just getting used to it. Dr. C has a a few more tricks up his sleeve if this doesn't work until we might think about something more invasive (G-J tube, Niessen). Keep praying!

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Barbara said…
Praying the new formula works. Keep us posted.