Abundant Breast

I adore.
You, my God, present Yourself to me,
As Mother to a nursing child,
And I nurse at Your Abundant Breast.

Your milk is sweet as honey,
And all I want to do is nurse.
I have chosen the better part,
And You spend Yourself upon my want.

God, You, Who calls forth Life,
And then feeds and sustains the needy,
With endless Love,
Succor and suckle me.

© 2016 Joann Nelander

“For thus says the LORD:
I will spread prosperity over her like a river,
like an overflowing torrent,
the wealth of nations.
You shall nurse, carried in her arms,
cradled upon her knees;

As a mother comforts her child,
so I will comfort you;
in Jerusalem you shall find your comfort.”

Is: 66: 12 – 13

Ebola in the U.S. | Nurse.com News

via via Ebola in the U.S. | Nurse.com News.

Don’t feel prepared? Here’s what you do.

Nurses who do not feel prepared to treat patients with Ebola should be expressing their concerns to supervisors and infection preventionists, along with asking questions.

That’s the suggestion of Linda Greene, RN, MPS, CIC, an infection prevention manager at Highland Hospital in Rochester, N.Y., and a former board member of the Association for Professionals in Infection Control and Epidemiology.

According to Greene, these questions from nurses might include:

— I’m feeling uncomfortable about my ability to care for someone with Ebola. Can you guide me?

— I haven’t seen an Ebola policy. What’s our organization’s practice?

— I’ve read the policy, but I don’t see instructions on what to do if a patient needs, say, a CT scan. How do I transport the patient?

— What if the family, who has been exposed to a patient with Ebola, comes in with the patient? Do we isolate them, too?

— Hospitals also have a responsibility to solicit information from front-line providers, Greene said, on how to improve their policies and procedures.

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Weaned Child

I am the weaned child,
Upon Your knee.
Forgetful of time,
I curl Your hair about my fingers,
And tug at Your heartstrings.

My toys, the shiny objects of yesterday,
Lie by the stairs,
By which I began my ascent to You.

Comfort me.
Cuddle me.
Tickle me.

You spend Your universe,
As You had always planned,
Delighting one so small,
The least of the Children of Man.

© 2012 Joann Nelander

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