And to remember that painful shuddering exhalation at the end, and how sweet the next breath was?
That's sort of where I am now, a large tumour (yeah, lymphoma) on each side of the neck, making every new breath something of a relief.
Even more, a pleasure. I never thought I would enjoy breathing before.
And I don't want to stop.
As spiked with pain as every moment's movement is, I enjoy the little things so much more now.
Like breathing. The pace of breathing is the cadence of life. (And pace is the Five Minute Friday writing prompt this week.)
I don't want to lose them.
I wonder if His human side
did not want to be killed,
to bear the spear that pierced His side
that Divine could be fulfilled.
I wonder if He closed His eyes,
and drank so deep of air
that He did, with breath's reprise
beseech Father with this prayer:
"Abba, let Me stay awhile,
let Me feel the wind and rain,
to forego the day of mortal trial,
and the coming wave of pain.
Dear Abba, am I wrong to ask
another ending to this task?"
Music from Aliotta, Haynes & Jeremiah, with Lake Shore Drive.
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.