With this dreadful disease
I can laugh, I can cry
Or share nothing, if I please.
But my heart's always heavy
There is no way out
Handling everything alone
Too many things to count.
To find joy
I must look upward
To a place full of hope
Where Bob and "Al" will be free
But until then... I must cope.
Joshua 1:9
9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”
Hello,
ReplyDeleteI found your blog this morning. I see you you have traveled this road awhile. I am a few years in. I'm crying through your poems...this one especially. I appreciate how you are real about your feelings, but end the poem with a scripture reminding us (yourself) that God is still here.
Thank you for sharing.