Having finally met up with a friend whom I first met on a stroke forum and then got to know better through facebook I was contemplating the fact that when bad things happen to us there are often some good things that come as a result. Don't for one minute think that I'm saying the good outweighs the bad or the bad wasn't so bad after all. Not so I'm afraid. Our lives are changed, sometimes devastated by things but for me, in this instance I can say I have made a good recovery - not 100%, the tiredness is overwhelming and the cognitive reasoning problems are not good - but - I have met some lovely people and following a conversation yesterday with Damian I would like to share this verse with you all.
Damian this is for you - this is my response to my conversation with God in the complaints dept of heaven! I am not suggesting it should be your response though.x
When I one day get to heaven
I will tell you what I'll do
I'll find the complaints department
And grab a place in the queue
I'm afraid there'll be no harp playing
On that fluffy cloud so white
Till I've had a word with God himself
And got some wrongs put right.
I may be there a while
For my list can't be condensed
I've had a rotten deal in life
Im raging!! I'm incensed!
The hand that I've been dealt
Has not lived up to expectation
I'd like another chance at life
I'm claiming compensation.
"Ha Ha" says God, "I'm waiting
Your anger I do understand,
I'll hold the door wide open
and hear your every demand
But let me warn you child
If we should rearrange
Your life, and take away the pain
then other things will change
There's people whom you cherish
good friendships that you've found
they will be sadly absent if
we change your life around
For those whom you've felt blessed to know
May never walk your way
Your paths will never intersect
I'm sorry, child to say"
And I don't know what I would do
But deeply I suspect
I couldn't bring myself to live
without the friends I've met.
I think I'd be too fearful
to let go of your hands
and walk alone a different path
One that's unknown, unplanned.
So maybe when I make my way
Inside those pearly gates
I'll ask a different question
of the angels who await
I'll seek to be directed
to the choirs who sing in praise
to God who brought me lovely folk
to cheer my hardest days.
Karen Holmes
November 26th 2011
