Some battles, cancer wins.
But, if I may, here's a sonnet on the subject; I wrote it as a comment on Monday's (1/7/19) Books And Such Literary Management blog post, An Author's Strength Of Character.
I hope you like it.
The dreams that have passed
and have fallen away contained
a huge part of of what I amassed
and thought my character explained.
I crafted my goals and strivings so dear
so they were as clothes for my soul;
a rough prophet’s robe, or armour to fear
served to advance my heart to its goal
of a life integrated, achievement the man,
and the man in utter control.
But a future now withered was not in my plan.
And so, God’s tender design, now mine to see.
I am His in the storm; my dreams were not me.
Music from Heart, with These Dreams.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.