Beyond The Rise
The darkened clouds o’erhead obscure the light;
the nausea in waves devours all joy.
She whimpers as she fades within my sight;
against this foe I am a helpless boy.
Deep in my heart I know she gains the day,
For You on her behalf have long since won.
But still it wounds to see the potter’s clay
misshapen so, both she and I undone.
Beyond the rise, her vale does softly call
So verdant green, so marvelous its light.
Not long, my dear, held cruel in cancer’s thrall
Soon, soon, my love, you’ll have no need to fight.
What lies ahead would fill me with despair
were I not sure she’s nestled in Your care.
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