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Broken Things
Weasel sits, quiet like the still that writes clearer than the hectic rise of my pen when the storm lingers, on the wings of autumn’s light the still comforts the still decides what glows burning through the dark leaving shadows, my heart distraught will she listen – as he breathes the echoes of mountains defiant and reassuring at the same time echoing praise with each day each moment I’m praying for the colors to remember to heal him of the distant flow a river of chemotherapy and radiation, and my mind willing him to heal – as my heart prays, on and on… echoing the beat, a rhythm softly praising the One who I know will nurse him back to normal, back to the time before cancer’s crime weasel sticks by his side and I silently cry but the moment is too brief and he doesn’t know how my heart bleeds as my soul believes… He is like the wind, I can only pray, that he will blow this way, oh, just stay, just stay… cancer has no strength when Jesus makes it clear He is with us, mending, healing restoring broken things – that is what He does, who He is a renovator, a preserver the restorer of what I know is meant to last and last Weasel eyes him, silently knowing, knowing… and I feel him study me wondering what is to be but I feel the love that believes Jesus will heal so I can keep this love that sometimes causes me to break down and weep.
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