Surrendering Is For The Brave!


Saturated with music.
That rhythm…
Called the heart to transmit
it’s first beat.
The voice of a Creator
created a vector through me
that Light, in her infinite power
would live, move, dance, breathe.
And now I lay down all toil
to rest!
Copyright ©  2014  Poem by  ☈e´♏a-Ru

I love hymns, especially lively ones.  But there is one that I’ve never been too fond of, “I Surrender All.”  Somehow, when that one is sung, and is dragged-on to all five verses, my mind goes vividly on a funeral procession.  Although the words are precious, this song strikes a depressing cord in my soul.  I heard it when I was being baptized at age 12, and somehow it just about killed my lively spirit of surrendering to Jesus.  I wanted to cry, but it was a baptism. Nobody died.

Although it’s my “Scorpion” nature to fight to the end, I feel I’m getting too old for madness nowadays, and so surrendering is starting to look very appealing. In a special way.

I’ve always said to myself, “Surrendering is for the brave,” but I hardly feel like I deserve such solemn label.  Bravery is what is needed when caught up between the pause of a heart rhythm gone militant, dissonant, distant, or one  that disappeared into nothingness (Long pause, flat-line, Asystole!), while a good nurse is turning a client at the bedside.

Brave is what a person has to be to fight for her survival after a pale robotic doctor slapped a “You have cancer,” diagnosis label on her.  This was  mom’s case.  And I’ve seen many brave ones in hospitals while at work, and met a few at marathon events.  “The brave” is a 5-year-old leukemia patient fighting just to live to see age 6, and his/her parents who do all they can to help keep them alive.

This time last year, I saw my mother take out the best boxing gloves she had to give that chronic cancer the best fight she could.  As I said before, it didn’t win.  The weak will never win.  And that sums up cancer, a weak cell gone wild, that needs help from a multitude of other weak cells to try take a person down–sounds cowardly to me.  My mother had 10 plus  years of triumph, because that blasted thing didn’t take her as early as her pale doctors projected and expected.

So today, after looking at my entire life of service to help a couple of clients at the bedside one day at a time, a service that I hold in high esteem and sacred, I am surrendering to focus mainly on teaching prevention and health-promotion.  I don’t  know where the hell this will take me, but it’s crazy exciting.  It was very challenging to arrive at this decision, and it’s already challenging to stick with it.  My peer and some of my family think I am loco-mad.  This is quite understandable.  When you decide to unplug from the rhythm of the masses and try to go rogue like a cancer cell to thread a new path in order to discover your own rhythm, and to spread a word on how to prevent the rise of miserable chronic diseases as such that are dragging many to an early death, you will rightfully be viewed as mad.  And it’s a label well fitted. I darn well hope it sticks!


OYE!  That hymn “I Surrender All,” which I admit I don’t care a hyena hootnany about, the words were written by Jud­son W. Van De­Vent­er, 1896.  This man said, “The song was writ­ten while I was con­duct­ing a meet­ing at East Pal­es­tine, Ohio, in the home of George Seb­ring (found­er of the Seb­ring Camp­meet­ing Bi­ble Con­fer­ence in Seb­ring, Ohio, and lat­er de­vel­op­er of the town of Seb­ring, Flor­i­da). For some time, I had strug­gled be­tween de­vel­op­ing my tal­ents in the field of art and go­ing into full-time evan­gel­is­tic work. At last the pi­vot­al hour of my life came, and I sur­ren­dered all. A new day was ushered in­to my life. I became an evang­el­ist and dis­cov­ered down deep in my soul a tal­ent hi­ther­to un­known to me. God had hid­den a song in my heart, and touch­ing a ten­der chord, He caused me to sing.”  The music was written by Win­field S. Weed­en, 1896 Weeden must have been so touched by this song that its ti­tle was inscribed on his tomb­stone.  This RunningNurse is surely at a pivotal moment in her life too.  Many spend their days riding someone else rhythm (organization, loved ones, society, Et cetera), but these seem to be high times for one to follow their own heart rhythm.  We owe this sacred service to ourselves, our families, our society, and the world.  Many are doing this.  Yes, even nurses! We have no choice in this matter.  It’s where we’re all headed.  Besides, you would want to follow your heart rhythm because the number one killer-chronic-disease is heart disease.  I wonder why?  Just like you, I’ve read the medical industry’s way of reasoning for this… Just saying… Follow your heart! This path is the surrendering. And it’s for the brave. :)