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Prayer Is An Act of Courage

Prayer is an act of courage.

An act of courage?

Throughout my cancer journey, I have been awestruck by the outpouring of love, concern, support, encouragement, and prayers of countless people, many of them strangers. And now that I’ve entered a resting point, away from the harsh chemo, and I am functioning better and thinking more clearly, something profound has occurred to me.

It’s an act of courage to pray for someone else, to breathe hope into words, to send those words out into the heavens, not certain what the outcome will be, never truly sure that you’ve been heard, yet daring to believe the impossible, calling goodness into being, watching and waiting to see what will happen as you go about your daily life.

I want you to know that you’ve given me an amazing gift: your valiant act of faith. I hold this offering close to my heart, wrapped in tissues of hope, and I somehow know with certainty that the divine walks upon this earth through the acts of kindness and love from people like you.

Sadness

How do you deal with sadness?

How to deal with sadness




sometimes sadness
rises through the walls
of my chest

I thought I had
packed her 
safely away
for another day

but she unfolds
herself and she
gets her way

flooding memories
of all that was lost
streaming images
of bridges crossed

I see sadness
running like rivers
through mountains

sadness rushing
like wild horses
through valleys

sadness flowing
over rocks
and glass

sadness seeping
through mud
and sand

sadness dripping
through rain
and pain

sadness slipping
through cracks
and splinters

sadness melting
like a thousand
winters

the ceaseless movement
through the walls
of my chest

cannot be folded
and packed away
cannot be ignored
another day

her music has a name
this mournful melody
wants to be acknowledged
so she can be set free

so I listen to her song
and I call it by name
Melancholy, I say
and I watch her transform

she's a thing with feathers
rising from the ash
and she gently flies away

it's a new day


Winter’s Grace

A poem of hibernation and the offering of winter’s grace.

Winter's Grace




the moon waits for me
at sunrise
slowly melting into the sky
each morning I don't walk by

the oak holds steady
around the corner
thick arms open wide
patiently she waits
for the next embrace

the fields hold their breath
listening for my footfall
the birds whistle and chirp
my name is in their call

but my door remains
closed to the world
the sun climbs high
without seeing my face

and like a flower that doesn't
bloom until springtime
I am offered winter's grace


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