Your Dying Spouse 674 - Reborn {FMF}

In the middle of the night, beset by wakeful pain and eerie dreams haunting half-sleep, it can be really hard to believe in the morning.

The window stays dark when you look at it. And it's still dark the next time you look, and the next.

But the sun will rise again, and with it, we are reborn from the clutches of a sinister night.

It seems that I am marked to die

and cancer's will prevails;

no-one seems to hear my cry

and dead men tell no tales.

The cold salt-waves duck my face,

I see no friendly sails,

no sign of rescue or of grace;

and dead men tell no tales.

I wonder how I ended here,

through all my wandering trails,

awash in pain, awash in fear,

and dead men tell no tales.

Now sudden-held, Hands rent by nails,

and the men reborn sing praise.

Music from the Foo Fighters, with the relentlessly cheerful Walk, and visuals from Thor.

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.