~MY LUNGS~


MY LUNGS
A poem by
~Nigel W.D. Mumford

My very life, plugged into the wall!
inflate, deflate, inflate, deflate days at a time.

Lungs must be nurtured, protected,
smokers avoided like plague.
Bleach, chemicals, even worse, a severe irritant.

Panic! Can’t breathe…keep calm, avoid source, seek clean air.

Weight on the chest, lungs pushing up, grasping,
grasping for pure air and prayer.

Hum of nebulizer, smoke of the peace pipe.
Instant side effects:
twenty-five cups of coffee jitters
and fitful gasping coughs
with nail-piercing headache.

The next 24 hours waiting for lungs to calm down
from the unexpected assault or is it insult?
Such effort to command the weight to lift up,
to even have to think about breathing.

Press on. Remember
Christ fighting for air,
His bloody back scraping wood
as He rose and fell, rose and fell
to breathe for me,
for love, He fell and rose.

I wrote this poem 9 years after I was hospitalized for three months
With the H1N1 swine flu virus. I was intubated and in a coma for three weeks.
I lost 63 lbs and was not expected to live! My pulmonoligest said I used to
Have the lungs of an eighteen wheeler, now they are the size of a Volkswagen!
To read the full story see, “Dying to Live, how near death experiences increase
Our faith.” Amazon.com

Advertisements

About Fr. Nigel

Fr. Mumford is a husband, priest, author (four books) and public speaker with a focus on the healing ministry of Jesus. He is a former Royal Marine Commando Drill Instructor. He was called to this ministry in 1990 and was ordained 2005. He is the president of By His Wounds Inc. A not for profit ministry helping war zone veterans heal with The Welcome Home Initiative. For more info please go to www.byhiswoundsministry.org
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.