Invading (June)

Recuperating in the city named after the man who once protested “things are coming to a pretty pass when religion is allowed to invade private life,” I find myself being invaded day and night. What greater restorative is there than the selfless love shown to me and others, acting as needed for our improved health. I take what the doctor tells me, be they words or tablets or liquids. They invade my unsettled and exhausted body with calm healing. A week since the infection took over, I am able to walk in the wintry July street, letting the sunlight invade.