The Seasons: A Poem

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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
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I promise. I didn't do it...

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Catherine has a reputation for pulling out tubes. When she was done with the OG tube (the one in her mouth) she pulled it out. Today her J tube fell out. The J-tube went into the G-tube and ended in her small intestine. She will tell you that she did not pull it out (and she didn't) but I can't help but think that she had something to do with it :-) I think maybe she's trying to tell us that she doesn't need it anymore. Anyway we could use some prayers tonight. They decided to put her feedings through the G tube and see what happens. This means that she is being fed directly into her stomach. The doctors are hopeful because her last upper GI showed great improvement in the area where her surgery was as it doesn't look boggy anymore. She may be able to absorb the nutrients better if her feeds are going into her stomach. Please pray that she tolerates being fed this way. Thank you! We continue to pray for all of you.

Catherine's Mom

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