Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Your Dying Spouse 604 - The Boxer

I was in the yard this morning
and in stabbing pain, cried out.
No one heard, the world kept turning,
I'm on the card for another bout.
I'll have to step into the lists,
but my gloves seem made of lead.
And yet, I must now raise my fists
to block a jab unto my head.
Cancer's always fresh to fight;
why can't it be thus for me?
And BOOM, I take a rock-hard right
and see the stars of Eternity.
I won't beat a fighter of his heft,
but know I have some punches left.

This first appeared as a comment on Linda Stoll's blog post, 3 Realities Of My Blog Life I know For Sure...No, Make That 4.

Linda's correct reply was that Someone did hear, and is even now helping me hold up my arms.

Music from Rocky...what else?


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.

Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.


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.










5 comments:

  1. (((((Andrew)))))

    Fly!

    Annie in Texas

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  2. He's there with you this morning, too ...

    Jesus knows what suffering is like. He's got this.

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    1. Linda, He has to have this...because I am almost done.

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