Sickness Makes Me Special

Sickness makes me special,
the simple aches and pains,
the kidney and the headaches,
the cancer and the cane.

Excusing bad behavior,
so focused on oneself,
separating oneness,
misperceiving health.

Forget that I am Holy,
at one with God, at home,
already arisen,
already atoned.

And so I make my choices,
to be special, sick, then die,
expressing lack of trust in God
with each exhaling sigh.

Or recognize my true self
healed and whole and free,
untethered to a body
as God made me to be.

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