Yes I could feel it
Third day now and flat on the bed
Strange tightening under the left breast
Friend and nurse fussing about me so.
But I had my ticket for the next trip
Folks wanted to hear my saga from the Camp.
They would accept prayer.
They would countenance healing and forgiveness.
Nope, my mission was not yet done.
I started to offer thanks.
In my heart’s voice
I told God of my love for Him
Told Jesus of my thanks to him.
For an instant I saw my Father
Happy Dutch watchmaker
And then the Camp
And my last earthly look upon his face
As they led him off.
With some dear Jews.
He would be waiting
Also my princess sister Betje.
She had been stacked like so much cordwood.
Shocking, undeserved translation.
And all those precious women
The monotony and humiliation.
Gathering, at night, together
‘Round the one hidden New Testament.
But not yet…not yet.
And the peace came
And the chest settled.
I could almost spot the time
When the blood flow smoothed.
When my own clock turned the corner
Unto recovery and renewed vigour.
I slept, contentedly.
In the morning my Friend bathed me.
And I put on that new dress
Heading for the Sun Porch.
Nope, mission not finished.
And so He tells me.