“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Friday, April 19, 2013

The Human Will

The disease course looms
under shrouds of mystery
suppurating gloom.

Whatever solace
one can grasp and hold on to
affirms life’s value.

Courage will prevail.
Human will stubbornly seeks
lasting hope and joy.


Gail said...

HI JUDY I too look for hope in a moment of strength or calm - they are often fleeting moments with the shadow of what still is and what will be ever laying upon me like a lead cloak. True joy is illusive.
Love Gail

Robert Parker said...

Amen, and amen. Wonderfully said!

Joy abounds in things unreachable by The Disease. The sun, the moon, the stars, the song of a bird, a flower. The rattling of the woodpecker, the enthusiasm of the squirrel as it raids the backyard fruit tree.

And the fruit that somehow eludes the squirrel and somehow gets into out hands.

Yeah, I can't walk so good, or a lot of things so good, any more, but... dang, that fruit is delicious.

Karen said...

The human will to survive is strong...unfortunately, all the courage in the world may not be enough to overcome disease. But, all we can do is keep on fighting, and live the best we can with the hand we have been dealt.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Gail, those fleeting moments, though, are what keep me going . They save me from drowning in a miasma of sadness, loss, and grief.

Robert, I call on that joy whenever I can. Often it requires quieting myself and simply uttering the word joy to bring me back to a mental space where I can see that joy exists despite all the clamor of its opposite.

Karen, yes, the human will is strong, though not able to vanquish all the terrible things. At least, the will permits me to fight and seek light in the darkness.