Thursday, July 28, 2022

On The Acceptance Of Grace

Barb, bless her little cotton socks, is hard at work transforming parts of the yard...making safe footing for me, so I can walk the dogs.

Because the thing is my legs don't work properly now, and a misstep will send me into a flailing fall worthy of the Three Stooges.

I am thankful that I have been able to put resentment against cancer aside, to let pride be a discarded cloak by the wayside, and accept this offered grace with a full heart.

And now the gate is far away,
the ladder can't be climbed,
and I've lost much that yesterday
I truly thought was mine,
beholden unto me alone
in my long-flower'd youth,
but circumstance calls to atone
and face the cold hard truth
that spring (so treasured!) will not last,
and in this life not come again,
that I cannot live in the past,
and only forward, through the pain
can new meaning still be found
to keep my heart on solid ground.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is BE. Not hard.

I know you did not want to be,
my dear, what life's demanded,
and it truly hurts to see
that you have been remanded
to a life of wearing care,
to a tether firm and close;
I wish that you could breathe free air,
live the days you would have chose,
a biker trip 'cross mountain passes,
a visit to the Windward Isles,
toasts with friends, and upraised glasses,
bright evenings ending in bright smiles,
but, by, God, I'm glad you're here
as the scary dark draws near.

Three minutes. Truth runs fast.

Music from Dire Straits, with Walk Of Life .

Sylvia happily accepts the Grace of Ice Cream.



 

34 comments:

  1. Barbara again.
    Seldom is life what anyone expects it to Be.
    I venture to say most find life a journey to Be.
    To carry a burden seen or hidden Be.
    In the end all must find life changed from Behind.
    So carry not alone but mirror the One carried Before I Be.

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  2. A love poem. <3 Dear words to your dear wife. I think I'm getting that right?! Thanks for your words as always. I love your poetry. It is heartfelt this week. I think you will BE GLAD that you wrote it for your wife! Take heart. This is the day that the LORD has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it. Whatever it may BE. We can take the sour with the sweet. With His help. Jenn

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    1. Jenn, it is indeed a love poem. Really, my whole life is a love poem to Barb. She is God's grace for me.

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  3. Barb sounds like a true treasure! I'm so glad you have these days together. I'm sure she is treasuring you as much as you treasure her, Andrew - for she is not looking at the disease, she's looking at her Sweet One, and that's the beauty that disease can never rob.

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    1. Lisa, Barb is indeed a treasure, and she does look past the disease. I am so blessed!

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  4. Beautiful poem Andrew. I see a change in your attitude and in your writing. We all have something to be grateful for. That we woke up this morning. That we have people who love us. That we have a place to live and good food to eat. That we have dogs. Very good to hear that we are grateful.
    Terri I think I am # 6 on FMF
    My title is BE

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    1. Terri, I have indeed changed, or have BEEN changed, hopefully for the better. I realize that I never truly needed much, and that I have such a superabundance of blessings!

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  5. May God encourage you and Barbara today. Life is rarely as we expected it. I am a caregiver myself, though not very good at transforming yards! ;-) Though I have moments of longing for mountain hikes with my husband, I find contentment in just BEing there with him. I know this is obedient to God, and I know it is how love becomes deeper and more real. Sometimes the action of love requires us to BE still and know that we are together, trusting God through the painful seasons of the life.

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  6. Beautiful. The very picture of grace.

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    1. Thank you so much! Living in a true portrait of grace, I sure appreciate your words.

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  7. I'm glad you have Barbara there with you too. She sounds wonderful. Beautiful words as always.

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    1. Lesley, thank you Barb is indeed wonderful, and I am so blessed.

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  8. it is wonderful to have people who help us when we need them. it is also wonderful to let them know how much we appreciate them. I love your poem.

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    1. Rishie, it sure isn't what Barb expected, this life... but I am so glad she's here!

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  9. Your wife, she is a special lady
    Loving whole-hearted
    truly, not maybe.
    As time passes
    I pray for you
    That love continues
    Strong and true

    Just stopped by from FMF #12

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    1. Heather, thank you so much for this lovely poem!

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  10. Sweet as honey,both poem, but honey is first gather and goes through a process, so is marriage, a partnership that grow sweeter every day. It doesn't matter the trails that the bees face, the work still produces sweet honey. Sounds like what you and Barb have.

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    1. Rhonda, the honey analogy is terrific. Thank you for this! It is exactly what we have.

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  11. This is Mary Hood, Not anonymous but I haven't figured out why it changed or how to fix it. A lovely poem of acceptance. Ah, if it could last (for me anyways), and I don't have cancer as you do. I have not been visible lately but my prayers for you have not dissipated. Many waters cannot quench love nor will rivers overflow it. Song of Solomon 8:7. My verse in devotion this morning. Gods love for us will never lose its intensity no matter how much we go through or lose sight of Him. I pray this will encourage you as it does me today.

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    1. Mary, it's so good to hear from you, and I treasure your grace-filled words.

      You've encouraged us, and we are praying for you as well.

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  12. Nice. Moving. Thoughtful. I'll be back ...

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    1. White Wolf, thank you, and we look forward to your return.

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  13. Sending love and support to both of you.

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  14. Dear Andrew, and so you trudge on through the vale of tears. "In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world" (Psalm 84:6). I'm am glad you have made peace with it, as much as is possible. How many years has it been?

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    1. It's been a long slog through this vale of tears; they tell me I should be dead. I even outlived my doctor.

      And yet... it's got to be for a reason.

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  15. The last one was me, Meridian Woman.

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    1. My dear Norma! I reply sequentially, so I didn't know it was you.

      I am at peace, and have learned that life is a dichotomy of joy and pain, laughter and tears, and, indeed, life and death. And that brings the deepest peace I have ever experienced.

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  16. Barb is a real treasure, and I'm sure she'll cherish these poems.

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    1. Grams, thank you. Barb does treasure the poems.

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  17. Andrew, you are a blessed man to have Barb. I'm praying for both of you, my friend.

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    1. Jeanne, I am definitely blessed, and we so appreciate your prayers!

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  18. Your poems brought to mind the saying "blessed to be a blessing" and I suspect that is true of you and Barb for each other. I prayed for you both as I read.

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