Joy streams from my heart's overflowing spring,
As I travel far to see you again,
So did I stop my month-long worrying,
I see rays of hope come out beaming.
My eyes search for you as I arrive,
There I found you after a 2-hour ride,
Tears of happiness I tried to hide,
Flowed like river as I hugged you tight.
May you get well the next time we meet,
May your pale palm and cheeks turn into red,
May you look better when I revisit,
May the Lord raise you from your sickbed.
This poem is dedicated to my sick loved ones whom I visited recently:
My dear Uncle Benhur who's now recovering from illness
& Auntie Ana who is battling cancer (since Uncle Evan died of Cancer too).
It is my prayer that God will show mercy and heal them with His Miraculous Touch.