I’m unsure why I got operated
on this time
I feel at full health
cheia de graca
I’m boundless and bounding
full of life’s wonders and enthusiasm
I’m light on my feet and
agile in mind
my heart is resting in the
rose quartz
and dancing a pink glow
into my neighbours
I see only flowers on their
faces, and oh how I adore
my husband. I must be
ready to give this energy
back, in service to the Casa
– maybe the Entities current
room, or let me rekindle with Grace
in the room of Operations
I can be humbled in there
anytime. (it’s not me after all, that
glows, it is God)
Just take me, I’m ready
and even my request
has surrendered to you
– proxima passo – what’s next?
for I am willing to Grace
And then you say ‘Operation’
I laugh. This is hysterical. No!
it’s inconceivable. I’m ready!
I’m ready As Is! Come on!
See me as perfect!
Stop this continual tinkering!
really, I thought this was my week
to be of great servitude, not of
great solitude again
Yes … I see …
you are not the genie
make-three-wishes, kind
this is the mirror …
I have no more requests. I am ready to leave

