Sickness bruises, bloodies,
With the power to deliver spirit-crushing blows.
Always, it breaks the fragile shell wide open,
Revealing buried chambers of the soul.
Sometimes anger streams from the infection:
An ugly mend; cynicism scabs the wound.
Other times numbness attends the fight.
Weary nerve endings rebel with silent neutrality.
But now and again, quiet nobility spills out.
Trauma-born courage that endures the pain with grace.
Such rare beauty – it transfuses hope
To endure this present, ailing state.
Reminds us all of That Day’s glorious restoration
From the gracious hand of God.
So, on this one we pray Your peace.
Surprise her with delight, hold her close.
This lovely one of gentle grace,
Her patience must wear thin.
Cradle her, Lord of Many Miracles.
Cover her with your Mercy Hand.
kpeterson February 2013
This poem prayer was inspired by and is dedicated to a dear friend’s daughter who has battled cancer with a phenomenal amount of “gritty grace” for four long years. Her story is one of courage and determined joy in the midst of pain, the likes of which very few of us have endured. You may know someone like her, who has displayed rare beauty and depth of character through the ordeal of physical suffering. Sometimes we shy away from the hard and the brokenness in this life, but let’s not forget these who did not choose this load, but who bear it bravely nonetheless. “Lord, cradle and cover these, and the loved ones that walk this hard path alongside them, in your Mercy Hands. Amen.”
IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO ACKNOWLEDGE A COURAGEOUS SOUL YOU KNOW, YOU CAN PUT THEIR NAME IN A COMMENT AND I WILL POST IT HERE. IT WILL BE OUR WALL OF RARE BEAUTY.