I discovered this poem I wrote four years ago while recently sifting through my plethora of papers.
“This Is What It’s About”
On a day not-so-rare when I could be, healthwise, much better,
Reclined on the edge of my bed I’m rereading a letter.
I can hardly put pen to paper without my hands shaking,
Reveling in giddy pleasure of the mark on the “cancer world” I am making.
A tingly sensation down my arms precedes nearly tearing to happily cry,
For a side effect from cancer treatment is permanent dry eye.
The letter’s kind words from a place I helped strongly serve to reinforce,
That success comes from trusting God to lead the only right course.
Give thanks to God, I’ve learned, in ALL circumstances,
His Power outweighs statistics and life or death chances.
Many poems I wrote during treatment, some turned into a book,
I plan for piece #2 to give an even deeper look.
I feel privileged to know the world’s standards are not mine,
Following God makes people rich, if wealth you seek to define.
I’m so glad that even though my health isn’t always stable,
And the average work week is not what I am able,
God uses me still, to write words to encourage and sometimes even speak,
‘Cuz He knows that without Him, I am dreadfully weak.