Clap of angry thunder, Crash of mighty trees
Sinister crack of a whipping lightning bolt
A soft whisper blows gently in a breeze
Blasting, howling winds; Surging, tumultuous tides
Ferocious waves hammering Herculean rocks
While in the midst the whisper hides
Mind is spinning; burning, stinging tears, relentless
Never-ending pain, tormenting my immobilized body
Still that whisper rises during the vicious assault
Igniting fire, scorching every bone
Sleeping on a bed of jagged nails
Unyielding, throbbing, raging agony
Yet that tireless whisper never fails
Allow the mountains their mighty quake
And the blustery winds their indomitable whir
Let the fires burn, flare and crackle
That devoted whisper will not be stirred
For it is him, resting peacefully
in the midst of the violent storms
His mercy beckons me, he is very near
That was hidden in a whisper, and He comforts me
Penned while fighting for my life in a nursing home
March 2004
all rights reserved ©Nancy Jean Walker
Living life, bedridden, how I ended up this way and how I cope
Categories: A Poem, Dealing with Disability, inspirational, Poetry, Spiritual Poem, Writing
Nancy Jean Walker - Loving Life Fully 
My goodness! Powerful…moving…it left me speechless. Thank you for sharing this.
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Thank you. I wrote this while laying in a nursing home bed with a 104.5 fever that wouldn’t break for weeks. I had osteomyelitis and sepsis (a bone and blood infection), and in excruciating pain. No amount of antibiotics could get the infections under control. It took five months. (I had a Stage 4 coccyx wound the size of a golf ball. But, it was during those dark hours that I heard what I believe to have been the voice of God comforting me.
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