Sign of Contradiction
As we welcome the new year, we're pleased to share this poem by Mike Bonikowsky.
Advent
In the group home they are waiting...
A poem – Beloved
In every season, in every storm In moments of questions In moments of fear In moments when everything seems so unclear Be still and know that you are loved
A poem – Sensory Processing Disorder
There is a subtle panic in her eyes: she is trying to read me, trying to understand what it is I could want from her, but she picks up nothing at all from my best encouraging face.
Keeping Silence (Mike Walker)
My silence can be holy, if I feel The presence, and the touch, of those who care. A gentle hand, or word, makes joy more real, And griefs gain substance in a loving prayer.
Medication Administration (Mike Bonikowsky)
I have seen that shape before And now I find it troubles me. Those hands held in just that way. But I can't place the memory.