The Seasons: A Poem

Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai

Day 2

Catherine is fast approaching two days old and man is she a fighter! Last night they had to perform an emergency surgery. What the ultrasound showed as duodenal atresia was malrotation (basically her guts were not in her belly in the right place). They had to do the surgery despite her lung problems because of the risk of her intestines dying.

She came through the surgery well but started to decline afterward. We had to sign a consent for a heart & lung bypass machine to be used if needed. This would be a last resort attempt to help her. God in his grace strengthened her and she was doing better this morning.

She certainly isn't safe yet and we fully realize that so we continue to ask for your prayers for healing for Catherine and strength for us.

I can't tell how in love with this little girl we are. #1 (oldest brother for new readers) was so taken by her even with all her tubes and stuff. He just stared and smiled. God Bless you all!

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Anonymous said…
I'm praying, together with my husband & 3 children, and asking for prayers on my italian blog. A friend of mine read the post and phoned me just now, she's going to ask some friends of hers, plus two whole monasteries of nuns, to pray for your little girl.