And you now what, it's really the small and delicatethings in life, that give the most strength.
It's not hooking my wagon to the star of authorship, or the glory of 'beating cancer' that gives me the avantage.
It's the yawn of a sleepy puppy, the bright desert flowers bravely raising their heads to the spring, the butterflies a multicoloured cloud that wings aloft at my footfall.
And especially, it's the finches in the time before the dawn.
These are things truly worth living for, and which give the pull, and the might, to survive another day.
I have a cause for living,
and it's darn well that I should,
'cause while cancer is the devil's inning
I'll witness to the good.
The small and homely graces
like birdsong in the dawn
overtakes and outpaces
death's malignant spawn.
How odd that small and fragile
can give life joy, and reason
to keep soul and spirit agile
in this doomed killing season.
Listen well, friend, to the sunrise song;
it comes from Heaven, where we'll belong.
Here's Vanity Fare, with their charming hit Early In The Morning.
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.