My state of being isn't any one event, one root cause, one dramatic whoopsy-daisy that can be circled in red crayon on a calendar. More like the finger of a curious child-giant reached down and flicked off the party lights, blew out the candles, and left me in the twilight.
I can survive. MS, the old witch, isn't winning this round. I think of her sitting on her bony arse in her mushroom brown lair plotting new recipes for neurological destruction. In her best wicked voice, she challenges me: think you know what pain is my pretty, think you know?
What she doesn't seem to ever learn is what a tough old girl I am. A snippet of scripture often floats through my head on my darkest days, "I know the plans I have for you..to prosper, not to harm." This is what I cling to-not the spiteful strafings and clawed swipes of MS.
What the Dead Tell Us
about Heaven and Hell
about Heaven and Hell
for Sara
Brett Ortler
They explain it in stories.
In one, there is woman in a garden
of a ruined plantation where the bricks
of the main house burned
long ago, but the terraces are still tended,
and gardenias grow in groups
of three or four. And a man is with her, and he loves her.
But it begins to rain, the water is cold on their skin,
and in that moment he knows he will go north and lose her.
For the first time in his life, he believes in heaven and hell,
not as far-flung countries, but as twin cities,
with skylines in plain sight of one another,
both borders lined with billboards and bright lights,
and he realizes how hard it is to hear the difference
between a city full of worship and one full of wailing
and how easy it is travel
from one to the other.
4 comments:
Wow, Mom. Very beautiful. Glad to see you writing again.
So glad to see you back! I love your writing and description of the old MS witch. It tries to take but we survive. That is a great verse to stand on!
kim
Hi lady. So great to visit with you last week. I treasure you as a friend. Lots of love, Cynthia
This is good. You are good. You are more poetic and prophetic than you may know. Thank you for telling the world how it is.
I love you, friend!
Janet
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