Another day,
another fall,
a new concussion protocol.
Things are getting hairy.
Someone give Darwin a call,
he surely won't know what to think!
We've gone and done and solved it all;
we have found the Missing Link!
He's been living quietly
among us lo these many years,
a member of society,
eating pizza, drinking beers,
bowling ev'ry Thursday night,
and off to church each Sunday morn,
tying wild hair very tight
(he can't bear to see it shorn).
He's been right here all this time,
and now he writes this very rhyme.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is HIDDEN. Can't hide from it.
I do not want to hide away
from that which is killing me;
I ask that I be kept in play,
and that I face quite willingly
that which may be yet in store,
those dread days that lie ahead,
and that I can still take some more
that some-one-where can live instead
a life that's free of pain and fear,
a life with future that is bright
with hope and all of those held dear,
while it is I to face the night
that by God's love and boundless grace
allows me to take their place.
Three minutes. I think about this sometimes, that maybe all the pain and humiliation of cancer got dropped on me instead of someone else.
Probably theologically really wrong, but if there's any truth in it, it's worth it, and I'd do it all again.
I'm not a good man. I just don't like seeing people hurt, and standing in the gap, that's not noble. It's my job.
Besides, some-one-where is a cool word.
The only appropriate music is the Blast From The Past rarity.
Sylvia doesn't make mind living with an ape-man, as long as he understands ice cream.
I love the raw honesty in your writing!
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Barb, thank you so much! 'Raw' is a really good word to describe the past week.
DeleteI have no answer for why you are going through this cancer journey. What I do know is this ... through your transparency, you display Christ who is in you. You remind me to stay hidden in Christ, our only source of strength and hope. Praying for you this morning.
ReplyDeleteJoanne, I am so very honoured by your words and prayers.
DeleteMay the Lord continue to give you and Barb His grace to walk this journey, Andrew.
ReplyDeleteLisa, we thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.
DeleteI'm no good at poetry,
ReplyDeletebut I'm thankful you share your st-o-ry.
You lift me up each week I write,
with your quips, never trite.
Your poem comments are a lift,
Don't underestimate your unique gift!
Allie, this poem of yours is a keeper!
DeleteThis poem is very deep, and brings to the surface my memories of someone in our family who returned from a near death experience. Now we know in part, but then we shall see face to face.
ReplyDeleteTish, yes...we see only darkly here, but when the lights come on..!
DeleteAndrew, I am behind in reading. Maybe I am right on time, who knows? I love your poems. May I share one I wrote this morning. I do words, not numbers. God knows numbers.
ReplyDeleteGod's Math
Letters are always the variables
Numbers are always the staid
Though my words may swirl like the wind
Truth stands like a stone on a grave
Beckoning each who walk by
To look beyond the message inscribed
When you add God to every equation
Heaven ‘s doors will be open wide
Every word writ or spoken
Will ne'er tell the story in full
But the WORD of the LORD stands forever
And He smells the crap from the bull
And what's more important than ice cream?
Mary, your poem is SO GOOD!
DeleteAnd yes, nothing beats ice cream.
BTW, I fell out of bed this week and thought I got a concussion but nope, a bum hand for a while. (Probably from words that I said). Prayers for you alllwaaayyys!
ReplyDeleteFalling out of bed is so embarrassing! And so sorry about your hand, Mary.
DeleteTake care, my friend. I'm praying for you. God knows how tough it is for you. I'm glad you don't share the ugly stuff. You are amazing. Norma
ReplyDeleteMy dear Norma, thank you so much... you're always in my prayers.
DeleteAndrew, your poems are always so good! I love that you just keep on writing even when the pain is great. I pray that God will give you strength and that you and Barb will be so blessed by Him. Love and hugs to you both!
ReplyDeleteGayl, however hard it gets (and this week was really bad), there are blessings for the asking, and there is God-provided strength.
DeleteLove your poems. As usual hitting the target. Bringing prayers for you and yours in heart and mind. Blessings of glory awaiting!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for this, and especially for your prayers. Glory indeed awaits.
DeleteSome-one-where is a cool word! :) and yes, I'd rather stand in the gap for someone too.
ReplyDeleteAnnette, I like some-one-where almost as much as 'frogularity'.
DeleteThere's healing in your words. Thank you for the song as well. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteNicci, thank YOU, and I'm delighted that you enjoyed The Monkees!
DeleteSome-one-where is a very cool word, I agree. And while I don't know that your suffering with cancer means someone else isn't, I'm very sure that the courage, honesty, hope, and humor that you share here means others (including me) are being encouraged and blessed. And we, the some-ones-where (I'm not sure how to pluralize that?) are standing in the gap praying for you as well.
ReplyDeleteKym, you said this so well! We all do stand in the gap, as Christians, for each other.
DeleteA concussion on top of everything else!
ReplyDeleteYeah, with the concussion I had a 'Really?' feeling!
DeleteAndrew, the depth of your poems is always striking and thought provoking. I am truly grateful for your vulnerability in letting us into your journey and your unapologetic way of sharing truth without all the fluff.
ReplyDeleteDonna, thank you for this. I do try to share the things of which I was totally unaware when this all began... especially the realization that life is still overflowing with blessings. Cancer doesn't change that.
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