MY PAL, POTATO

Today on the farm

I cut my my thumb

peeling a potato

it was a

~ throbbing ~

experience.

It didn’t hurt

at first

until I tended to

my injury.

Of course we

didn’t go to

the hospital…

that place is a

~ war zone ~

22 million deaths

and counting.

We must comprehend

our bodies,

our machines,

medical procedures,

on our own.

Instead,

we used our

~ powers ~

to heal myself

~ together ~

through:

 trusting another

 trusting myself

 trusting ‘God’

the source of ‘life’

using infinite ‘love’

and the power of

~ ONE ~

my thumb fixed;

the potato

eaten.