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Each day in God’s hands


The road is long.
With some off roads.
Filled with worries.
Then with a calm.

Sleep gives me rest.
But her nights endless.
She talks of home.
Pointing up. Looking up.

The stay in hospital.
Has taken a toll on her.
The probing and prodding.
Her mind tortured.

I try to reasure her.
She’s not in hospital.
But in my bedroom.
She has a vacant look.

Her bedroom, mine now.
A split level home in chaos.
Not friendly for the aged.
She thinks she’s in hospital.

From one minute to the next.
She is either here, alert.
Or lost in the beyond.
I fear this the most.

She doesn’t want to leave us.
Yet, she says goodbye.
She becomes sad and cries.
Then she forgets and laugh.

She has recovered much.
Care and exercise given.
Each day in God’s hands
Some better, hope not lost.

I will do my best to care.
To God I ask His compassion.
If all that is left is suffering.
To God I ask His mercy.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

4 thoughts on “Each day in God’s hands

  1. Carol, I speak peace over you and over your mom. May God’s presence fill your home and His angels attend you as you care from your mom. His grace is sufficient and He will see you through. Lift your eyes to Him and fill your mouth with His praise. The more He is your focus the greater your faith and your peace. “God will keep in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Him.”
    Just pause in the midst. Turn off all the distraction and make Him your complete focus. “Lord, I am here to be with You. You are my strength, my hope, my joy. I look to You Father and I thank You for the grace I need to be a support to Mom through this time of healing. Please minister peace to her soul and to mine. Thank you Abba. Amen.”
    He is with you, He is in you. You have all that you need to see you through this storm.

    God bless you Carol.

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