No Cancer in Heaven

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There is no cancer in heaven, no bad rhetoric waiting to attack,

only the humble hearts of servants filled

with encouraging words, and love

for the divine.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

The Boat Ride

Maine and More 317

A Prose Poem

It was the boat ride that first brought the glimpse. It was a clear day with the sun, and the wind tossed the waves. The boat was magnificent, refusing to yield. As she looked at the sky and the water, something took place, something was there, but she didn’t know what it was. The sun was reflecting on the water, but that wasn’t it. Her love was at her side, and they held hands, but that wasn’t it either.

She stared beyond the waves. Dolphins played, and followed the boat. It was then that she knew! Maybe it was their joy, jumping and leaping. Their fun was contagious. It was like talking to an old friend and not remembering their name. The old friend started speaking again, but she hesitated. Should she let him in again? She remembered the pain and the needles, being burnt on the inside. She decided to try one more time.

The sun burst into her heart, as she opened it. Her frail and thin body shook with tears. The old friend was hope, and he came to live again. She came to live again, refusing to yield. The cancer might take her body, but she would always live, from now on, in the hope, and in the light. Death would not control her. And the dolphins jumped for joy.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Warriors in the Hospital

nurse and patient

If you go to a cancer ward,

any cancer ward,

you will find the bravest people,

on the face of the earth.

No armor, a broken shield,

hardly any weapons,

and yet, they fight every day,

not just the cancer,

but depression, fear, hopelessness,

fear of the unknown, and sickness.

Fighting to break a smile,

to have a glimmer,

of light. A future.

I once knew a woman,

who fought hard to live,

she fought hard for her children,

she fought hard for her husband,

and for herself.

Terrified,

but not crushed.

I don’t know why some live,

and others do not,

I will never know why,

If I can though, I will offer,

a smile,

a hand of friendship,

kind words,

strength,

to help them fight,

with strong armor,

and a new shield,

called hope.

With God’s help,

we can do this,

please pray for them,

pray for their strength,

in the midst of the battle.

Amen.

hand in hospital

Blessings to everyone and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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