He called himself something of a wuss.
Alex, you're real, and this poem is for you.
Let the pain define you
and let it shape your soul;
only when you see what's true
can that truth make you whole.
Accept that you are dying,
but not that hope is lost,
for there are things yet worth trying
however dear the cost.
Do not turn away from death
but offer no embrace,
knowing that in every breath
you renew survivour's grace.
When you doth your Maker meet,
die like a king, upon your feet.
And here is the Jeopardy theme song, played by the First Chinese Church of Christ Ukulele Orchestra.
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.