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Blessing in disguise

Wednesday, March 25, 2009 by Marianne Elliott

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Etching by Michael Leunig

God bless those who suffer from the common cold.

Nature has entered into them;

Has led them aside and gently lain them low

To contemplate life from the wayside;

To consider human frailty;

To receive the deep and dreamy messages of fever.

We give thanks for the insights of this humble perspective.

We give thanks for blessing in disguise.

Amen

Leunig

NB: Michael Leunig is one of my favorite poets and artists, and with this poem he even brought a little beauty to my common cold. Thank to NP for sending it to me, it brightened this feverish day..

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6 Responses to "Blessing in disguise"

  1. sassy says:

    Nice. Too bad you can’t send chicken soup over The Internets (although I’m sure that facebook surely has an application for that.)

  2. Anne-Marie says:

    I love Michael Leunig! I have a book of his called “When I Talk To You” – funny little cartoons about God. I wish you a speedy recovery from your cold. They are gloomy things, aren’t they? Aroha-nui.

  3. Emma says:

    Wow! I didn’t know it was possible, but you’re right – he did bring beauty to the cold.

  4. Helen says:

    Thanks – that’s what I needed 🙂

  5. gypsy Alex says:

    Hope you feel better, sweet honey! I know that Miss Swirly must be taking good care of you xoox

  6. Lubna says:

    Hello,
    Hope you are feeling better. Even I am down with the common cold and a fevered brow. THis is a beautiful poem, thanks for sharing. Here is another one by Ogden Nash. Enjoy.
    Lubna
    Common Cold
    Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
    You shall not sneer at me.
    Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
    Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
    I contemplate a joy exquisite
    I’m not paying you for your visit.
    I did not call you to be told
    My malady is a common cold.
    By pounding brow and swollen lip;
    By fever’s hot and scaly grip;
    By those two red redundant eyes
    That weep like woeful April skies;
    By racking snuffle, snort, and sniff;
    By handkerchief after handkerchief;
    This cold you wave away as naught
    Is the damnedest cold man ever caught!
    Give ear, you scientific fossil!
    Here is the genuine Cold Colossal;
    The Cold of which researchers dream,
    The Perfect Cold, the Cold Supreme.
    This honored system humbly holds
    The Super-cold to end all colds;
    The Cold Crusading for Democracy;
    The Führer of the Streptococcracy.
    Bacilli swarm within my portals
    Such as were ne’er conceived by mortals,
    But bred by scientists wise and hoary
    In some Olympic laboratory;
    Bacteria as large as mice,
    With feet of fire and heads of ice
    Who never interrupt for slumber
    Their stamping elephantine rumba.
    A common cold, gadzooks, forsooth!
    Ah, yes. And Lincoln was jostled by Booth;
    Don Juan was a budding gallant,
    And Shakespeare’s plays show signs of talent;
    The Arctic winter is fairly coolish,
    And your diagnosis is fairly foolish.
    Oh what a derision history holds
    For the man who belittled the Cold of Colds!
    Ogden Nash

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