Lowest of the low, doctor's words such a blow. wanting to just go away, but then family and friends will pay, in guilt, misunderstanding and tears, can't do that to the poor dears.
So I vent in cyberspace and the friends there brace me up with sweet words and prayers, breaking through the walls and layers of my pain and deep dark despair, drying my tears with such loving care.
How can I thank all of you? I can only hope to do so too someday, when you droop low, to lift you up and return the glow of loving kindness and sweet peace, your pain and despair to release.
We will all meet someday, in the Lord's own time and day. Until then, this I do pray, for all of us, to remain in the fray, holding each moment dear and sweet, each new dawn thankfully to greet.
kcmo rose