The Gift of Gait
I left the doctors office in a daze. His words would not compute. Cancer soon to ravish me-
Diagnosis Absolute.
Utterly beside myself, My mind so ill at ease,
I looked out my bedroom window, and gazed upon the trees-
The beauty of their natural gait
made me drop down on my knees.
I sat before Him humble. Not a sentence dare I speak.
I had to slow my mind down and
try my hardest not to weep.
I sat there with my eyes shut, through the darkness did I gaze, suddenly a pebbled path, I approached a big blue gate. I pushed it open and stepped inside, my senses keen, just mesmerized!
A Throne before me came to life-
It emphasized, and empathized.
In stillness faintly I felt a voice,
Not audible, ; Within-
“Dear Child you never walk alone..
Your soul will not grow dim.
Your purpose unfulfilled you see
You’ve words to write, for them to read- Concepts the masses yet conceive. The pen from you- the Word from Me.
So fret not with your news received, for I've made a decision.
Until My Will has come to pass
Your cancers in remission.”
Just then the wind it sucked me back, through the gate I hurled, my mind intact. My eyes they opened, I was in my room
Quite overwhelmed- my mind consumed-
With an understanding Id never known. With eyes wide open, my mind was blown...as I stood, my legs could barely stand. I looked down, The Pen was in my hand
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