In the middle of that uncloudy day there is a mighty cloud of joy March 27, 2017Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
The lazy Sunday afternoons are gone, as we knew them.
Cancer is encroaching and we are consumed with survival.
Beach vacations and spontaneous day trips are displaced
by infusion lounges, labs, and scans in various venues and kinds.
There is nothing cathartic about talking through scenarios
and contingencies are fodder for the next path to be taken.
Medical masks and gloves are constant companions;
many ignore their protection at their peril but it’s a way of life
and choosing to live is a conscious choice, willing it to be so.
That doesn’t leave God out of the equation, He’s in the middle of it;
He can create a miracle in a moment or in a season of suffering,
but the latter is too distasteful for most so they abandon Him
even if He never abandons them, even in their darkest hours.
A true believer has comfort amidst pain, hope in hopelessness,
and peace that most can’t possibly comprehend on their best day.
So between doctors, nurses, infusions and helplessness;
in the middle of that uncloudy day there is a mighty cloud of joy.
Explaining it to the uninitiated is a useless exercise, just live it out;
allow it to be your calling card; your symbol of obedience and love.