For the past three weeks I've been afflicted by 'Bell's Palsy' which is a problem with a nerve on the right side of my face and it restricts the muscle causing my right eye to remain open unable to blink, my taste buds to malfunction and generally distorting my face on the right side. One major noticable effect is that the wrinkles on that side of my face all but disappeared.
Thank God I am now improving albeit gradually, and one of the first signs of improvement is the return of the wrinkles. I never thought I'd be glad to see those furrows but I am. My thanks to Almighty God and thanks to all of you who prayed for me and showed such concern for me. I am humbled and grateful. I wrote this poem in appreciation of wrinkles.
How I love my wrinkled face
Since 'Bells Palsy' laid me low
As each furrow takes its place
And my smile begins to grow.
Now, those creased and craggy lines
I gladly welcome back
Chisel marks of special times--
Love each crinkle, frown and crack.
Once the source of much lament
Testifying youth had flown;
With rebirth of each indent
A new respect has grown.
Lines that span my weathered brow
Product of many frowns
Ridges dug by worry's plough
That crisscross my rugged crown.
Smoother lines etched on my face
Bearing witness to my smiles;
Wrinkles are a living trace
Of the passage of the miles.
Time, by Master Sculptor's art
Etched in contours of my lines
Whose progression none can chart
Save the One Who time designs.