A Prayer for Sick and Lonely, (both forsaken From God's GOOD Graces).

 
A'times the lonely get sick,  
A'times the sick be lonely,
Sometimes the lonely are sick,  
And ViceVersa.
 
(Are you sick? Are You lonely?
You can tell me.
I'm avid supporter [& participant] of both.
Sicklonely Lonelysick and so'forth)
 
A'times the sick must kill the lonely.
A'times the lonely will pummel the sick
     in their sick'beds with base'ball bats, hammers,
     axes, dove feathers, and what-have-You.

(Sometimes the earth itself seems sick,
              seems lonely).
 
A'times the lonely will visit the sick in
             ( a vain) attempt to mitigate loneliness .
In turn, the sick will wage full-out war on the lonely.
(Such is the nature of their relationship).
 
The lonely & sick have no choice but to surrender to the
             cyclic nature of birth and death, 'til no one
remains. 'Til there's no one to blame nor shame.  
'Til the crazy old Karma works itself out.
              Til all bets'll be off, and gambling is the (ever) past.
'Til the light blinds. 'Til the dark is absolute. And they
              coexist and interchange, indistinguishably fore-ever.
 No one to blather about how opposite they are.
   (with boundless gratitude).
 
 
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