It does not take much
to remind me of losses
suffered and to come.
As an antidote,
I sift through layers of ash
for the uncharred gift.
Life’s light, joy, and hope
surely must be there somewhere.
I keep on searching.
**** On Life's Journey
Research shows that, “in all cultures, the conviction that one’s predicament is hopeless may cause or hasten disintegration and death.” [Jerome and Julia Frank, Persuasion and Healing] The tools available to me to fight this disease are limited. Could it be that keeping hope alive is the strongest weapon in my arsenal?