I wa caught between the here and now, and the doorway to Heaven. I couldn't tell which was which.
There's work to do here. I fought my way out of Heaven,more times than I can now count.
On coming back, I did the best I could, to be of service to Barb and the dogs.
Personal goals are no longer the Grail.
Duty is all.
Heaven can wait.
Cancer is my deadly foe,
offering no quarter.
He wants all I am and know
to add unto the slaughter.
He thinks he'll one day win
because the flesh has limits,
and he's been on as did begin,
counting down the minutes.
My body is not made of steel,
but my heart is more,
and he won't see me kneel
before him on that fatal shore.
Hearken, death, for when we're through,
me and God are burying YOU.
Music from the Alan Parsons Project, with Closer To Heaven.
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.