Thursday, June 16, 2022

Hold On Tight

The author Steven Coonts once said that a young person should never whittle down dreams to fit into his or her hometown.

True for cancer, as well.

Dreams carry your heart into the future, and having given up on mine, I can now understand that its being a future you'll never see in this life is irrelevant.

The point is that when you keep the dream alive, you're already there.

When you let it die, the best part of you dies with it, and God weeps, for the killing of even an impossible hope is the biggest betrayal of His love.

Where, now, do I go from here,
when all's been left too late,
and circumstances make it clear
that my job's just to wait
for that fell knock on the door,
a cold hand on my shoulder;
I always thought there would be more.
I thought I might grow older.
I've fallen now to little things,
in hope of self-respect,
while shadows cover spreading wings
in dust of sad neglect,
and sometimes I wonder why
I have lost the will to try.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is GUESS. I guess I can do this.

Dude, I did not think I'd guess
so long ago, in glory days
that life would become a mess
and dreams would vanish in a haze
of pain and puke and things far worse
(humiliation in the dunny),
and that I must not choose to curse
the Lord my God, though it be funny
that I am felled from higher places
in which the learned looked up to me,
but in falling I've found graces
and a kind of victory
in smiling when most would blaspheme,
and, in smiling, live the dream.

Three minutes, and I'll stand by it 

Music from ELO, with Hold On Tight.


Sylvia is delighted to share her Ice Cream Dream.



 

15 comments:

  1. I'd stand by it too... three minutes, rhyme must live in your bones. :)

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    1. Thanks so much! I never thought I could write sonnets; but having some talent at music I think helps.

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  2. 3 minutes? Wow, not many people could come up with something so thought-provoking and well written in such a short time. God bless you.

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    1. Rishie, thank you so much. I think God's hand is on these, if they are successful. Certainly the poems are hard to write if I force them, but easy when I let it flow.

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  3. Beautiful, thought-provoking poems today. I guess it's one of your gifts! :-)

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    1. Kym, thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

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  4. Wonderful poems today Andrew. Blessings.
    FMF#8

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    1. Thank you so much, Paula. I am sorry I haven't gotten to your post yet. Very hard week.

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  5. Beautiful, thought provoking sonnets, Andrew. They both inspire me and make me sad.

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    1. Grams, thank you... and to paraphrase Gandalf, not all sorrow is an evil.

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  6. Andrew, beautiful poetry, as always. My heart goes out to you. Something I learnt from Nightbirde and have found to be true, as the mother of someone who spends much of her time in the bathroom, God is on the bathroom floor. I hope something here is helpful:. http://glimpsingglory.blogspot.com/2022/03/our-tears-are-sacred-to-him.html?m=1

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    1. Kath, thank you for this...and I too have found God in the dunny. He's not squeamish.

      Going to the link now.

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  7. It's like God has extended your future far beyond what you even imagined when you were first diagnosed, Andrew. I praise Him for doing that miracle in your life.

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    1. Linda, yes... even today I found another tumour grown large enough to feel (and see in the mirror)...and yet I am both graced and compelled to go on.

      It's an honour.

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