Every step is uphill, and breath comes in gasps. I used to sing to the dogs...no longer. Just can't do it.
I want to curl up on the floor, crawl into God's lap and cry in His Embrace. I'm so done.
Well, not really.
The days are sunken, now so hard
to move, to breathe, to live,
and my chest so tumour-marred;
there's little left to give.
Now's the time to court despair,
now's the time for tears;
Oh, dear God, please take me where
You'll heal these ill-starred years!
But now, behold, a sudden breeze
the flags snap in the dawn;
Hope bids me rise from bloody knees
and Faith says, "Boy, keep on."
This may be life's dying light
but I have not yet begun to fight.
Music from Trapt, with Bring It. A bit of audio espresso.
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.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.