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. 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. Vincent Lyons.
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