A migraine
In the mundane
A pounding in the brain
Head full of lead
Would feel better if it bled
That being said
Please leave me alone
Resting at His throne
Where He invites me home
The cause they say
Unknown today
But maybe that doctor down the way …
I beg you, stop talking at me
Don’t tell me what you see
For only His gentle healing hands lead
Me to desperately sip at the well
The place He meets those with stories to tell
Though He guides me to His arms after I fell
Whispers so lightly a promise
That His living water is endless
For all those lost and breathless
He raises a gold cup to my lips
Tenderly tips
My head back as I sip and sip
Its cool and crisp
Awakes my senses. I suddenly sniff
A warm sweet tangerine aroma drifts
Brings me near
Losing all fear
I snuggle under the arms of my Lord and Savior
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Good morning! Do you suffer with migraines? Have you found anything that helps?
If you or someone you know has migraines, yesterday I read this poem live and offered a prayer. Go to https://Facebook.com/jdibble4Him to listen. Sometime later today, I will go live with Monday Meditation, a guided meditation intended to bring you closer to Jesus and relax your spirit.
Blessings in Christ,
Julie
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