A Broken Hallelujah

 

In a heart’s pure cry,

soaring notes seek redemption

while in brokenness.

Everlastingly,
the search seeks to find reasons

for the brokenness.

Confirm love’s true reach.

The plea rises and tumbles

out of brokenness.

Holding On

 

It seems I forget

my previous healthy state,

fooled by new normals.

My expectations

already lowered suffer

a further decline.

I seek to retain

my grasp of how good health feels,

not just to make do.

Figuring It All Out

 

Some people will claim

they have figured it all out,

and perhaps they have.

A big mystery,

the human experience,

it seems so to me.

Treating others well,

aiming to be of service;

that, I understand.

Gifts

 

An egret glides by.

Enthralled, I watch from above

my gift from nature.

I hear then the news.

Snow has buried the MidWest,

their gift from nature.

Whether hot or cold,

nature’s offerings beguile

a receptive mind.

Am I Really Brave?

Seeking bravery
when fear is overwhelming,
is that being real?

I feel like a wimp
if I focus on my fears
but they do exist.

Am I then a fraud
to talk braver than I feel
because I have to?

Their Cure and Mine

An MSer said,
"I found the solution.
I can walk again."

Noting what was said,
I adopted what I could
filled with optimism.

The fix did not come,
taunting and ephemeral
just beyond my grasp.

Stealing Walt's Lines

Walt Whitman said it.
“Do I contradict myself?"
I ask the same thing.

Sometimes I am up.
Other times I sure am not.
“I am large,” he said.

The poet explained
he “contained multitudes” and
I guess so do I.

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.

Transformation

Borges spoke of his
blindness as an instrument
of transformation.

From miserable
circumstances may emerge
things deemed eternal.

The writer’s wisdom
spurs me to find gifts in loss,
my own alchemy.

The Dream

 

Gossamer petals

suffused with the light of life

enchant with beauty.

Delicate, fragile,

renewed through nature’s cycle,

blossoms buoy hope.

Arid burnt out fields

present surviving flowers.

If them, why not me?

Negotiating Reality

 

Sometimes the sadness

overpowers me and blunts

believing in hope.

In a raw moment,

I surrender to despair,

losing hope's promise.

Negotiating

across the highs and the lows

challenges my will.

Attitude, Reality, and Resolve

I really believe

a winning attitude counts.

I always seek it.

The honest truth is

optimism may elude

my best intentions.

I renew daily

my resolve to keep finding

a foothold in hope.

It May Seem Like ...

A terrifying
tsunami of loss and doom
threatens to plunder.

One's strength cannot match
the wave’s relentless brute force.
One must go within.

Power in silence
willful surrender to peace
greater force is found.

Finding Bravery

Finding bravery,
how to keep it as a goal
when one feels afraid?

The truth of my life,
it falls short of the ideal.
I am not that brave.

For indulging me
in my rambling self pep talks,
I thank my blog peeps.

Seeking the Improbable



I keep believing

my body’s capacity

for self healing reigns.

Surely keys exist

I can use to open doors

unleashing good health.

I will keep searching

despite how improbable

solutions may seem.

Afterwards

After a life storm,
elusive recovery
taunts and beckons both.

One knows the way out.
The brain signals: just move on.
The heart is too tired.

The healing process,
finding acceptance and trust,
all will bide their time.

Renewal’s Promise

Below the surface
of deeply frozen terrain,
life still manifests.

Life in dormancy
becomes a promise to keep
with its renewal.

How soon life restores
may be out of one’s control,
but it can happen.

In Memoriam - George, The Greek from Detroit

I weep as I write.
George has died after fighting
his cruel battle.

Courage and resolve
marked Greek’s approach to MS.
Then mercy failed him.

I say this to George:
a warrior never dies;
only, his battles.

Fear's Great Foe

Breathe, I tell myself.
Breathe deeply and then again.
Stay in the present.

My uncertainty,
already high on the scale,
can self multiply.

The way out from fear,
overwhelming though it be,
is found here and now.

Fun Therapy

Expanding the brain
though it threatens to seize up
is my drug of choice.

So I go to school.
The discussion and laughter
make me come alive.

My brain loves to dance.
Who knows where it will take me?
At least we have fun.