The siren startles me
From my aimless thoughts ~
I watch the ambulance
Jockey for position
At the crowded intersection ~
And I think of the
Anxious hearts awaiting
Its arrival ~ straining
To hear the first notes
Of its wailing cry ~
Counting down the
Life of a loved one
In agonizing seconds ~
Storming heaven with
A mix of threats and
Pitiful entreaty ~
Making deals they would
Have scorned just
Moments prior ~
So much resting on
The swift arrival of this
Vehicle of mercy ~
Will it be in time … ?
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So true. Every time I see an ambulance with lights and siren going I say a prayer both for the patient and the ambulance attendants. I have seen ambulance wrecks.
TJ, thank you (insert warm hugs here), and yes, I’m fine. I’ve been spending more time in the ‘real’ world than the writing world lately, but I think my Muse is back in town, so I’ve got my fingers crossed. I see you’ve been busy and you’re looking as sweet and lovely as always. Take care, my friend.
You fashioned what many think about when time is of maximum importance.
Whenever I hear sirens I bless and thank those going to the aid of someone in the community. These dedicated professionals seem willing to do everything within their power to help another.
It’s a dangerous, often thankless, job and it requires heart and compassion, as well as medical skills and the ability to make split-second decisions. The public needs to do its part as well.
I have waited for that wailing cry more than once myself.
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May 19, 2015 at 3:19 pm
Reblogged this on Human Relationships and commented:
In The Midst Of Life
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May 19, 2015 at 4:34 pm
Thank you. That was kind.
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May 19, 2015 at 5:00 pm
Anytime!:)
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May 19, 2015 at 3:24 pm
This is really good.
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May 19, 2015 at 4:33 pm
Why, thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
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May 19, 2015 at 6:20 pm
So true. Every time I see an ambulance with lights and siren going I say a prayer both for the patient and the ambulance attendants. I have seen ambulance wrecks.
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May 19, 2015 at 11:15 pm
Frank, so do I. I learned that from my mom, among many other important lessons!
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May 20, 2015 at 1:56 pm
*WAVES* Hello Melody ^_^
My heart always skips a beat when I hear the siren and see the lights. Prayers are indeed being said. Such a great poem. I hope you’re well. xoxo
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May 21, 2015 at 11:13 am
TJ, thank you (insert warm hugs here), and yes, I’m fine. I’ve been spending more time in the ‘real’ world than the writing world lately, but I think my Muse is back in town, so I’ve got my fingers crossed. I see you’ve been busy and you’re looking as sweet and lovely as always. Take care, my friend.
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July 2, 2015 at 2:41 pm
You fashioned what many think about when time is of maximum importance.
Whenever I hear sirens I bless and thank those going to the aid of someone in the community. These dedicated professionals seem willing to do everything within their power to help another.
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July 2, 2015 at 3:10 pm
It’s a dangerous, often thankless, job and it requires heart and compassion, as well as medical skills and the ability to make split-second decisions. The public needs to do its part as well.
I have waited for that wailing cry more than once myself.
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