Be a Blessing: Words of Hope & Healing

I AM STILL HERE, beneath this unfamiliar, quizzical,
and often non-responsive face.
I AM HERE, sitting in this maze of vague and undeclared questions-
questions that can only stir deep down in my still-vibrant soul,
questions, never passing my lips.
Questions never reaching your anxious, hopeful ears.
I search for us both.
I breathe on yesterday's conversations, stored up between us.

Yes, my mind is more acquainted with
oblivion than it is with cognition these days.
But please know that I AM STILL HERE.
Though my laughter may not surface
to meet your tremulous smile,
my heart moves toward the love in your eyes.
On some mysterious plain between us
a connection is realized.

Stay. Even when I stare or when
that blanket of fear grips me, and I take stiff, cautious steps
away from you, when I turn from your needful embrace -
even when I boldly and callously ask you who you are,
please know that I AM STILL HERE.

My mind has gone off on its own,
but my spirit stayed behind and knows you.
Though my mind has retired, my soul is very much on duty,
alerting me, deep down to the quick, where my love lives.
It tells me that I have held you close.
It tells me that I have reached and found you there,
that we have lived responsively in each other's lives.
It tells me that we have laughed at the meal table
and talked late into the night.

My spirit attests that we quarreled now and then
and made it right again.
It tells me that we often sat staring out at a world
with plenty of woes but with more of what is worthy.
You - Me- My soul knows.

So please - heart-to-heart, soul-to-soul
Let Us Breathe!
Don't walk cautiously, timidly, or fearfully through my door.
Don't be on guard for the worst.
Don't greet me with a nervous voice.
My spirit hears it all. My soul knows you.

So come, move with loving assurance.
Walk through my door like you know
that I AM STILL HERE.

BREAST CANCER AWARENESS - IT'S THE COLOR PINK
She never thought a lot about what colors really mean.
Some suggest excitement, others more serene -
Until that day when she'd walked away,
hearing what her doctor had to say.
That unsettling word, she would rather not have heard.
Cancer – “Oh God, give me an answer," she prayed.
Fear mounting up, the reality stayed,
and again, she prayed.
There on her knees, in the first morning light,
She remembered Her Lord, His love, and His might-
How she should walk by faith and not by sight,
that He'd be there for her, that hers was His fight.

In His Presence, she prayed,
“God, I know that you feel me.
Jehovah Rapha, touch me and heal me.
In your power, Dear God, I believe;
I trust your Word. Oh God, I receive.”

She never thought much about what colors said,
but there on her knees, she remembered RED,
And How Jesus had bled.
In the dim of that room, she thought about WHITE
and how it stood for Righteousness and Light.
Slowly and calmly, she began to think,
That Red mixed with White gave the color PINK
And all of a sudden, deep down in her soul,
came a swelling of peace and the surging of bold.
Jesus had spoken; He’d given her the link.
Alleluia, Praise God! IT’S IN THE COLOR, PINK!