Fairy Tale Dream
I lived in a fairy tale dream
Of mostly sunny days —
Little disease and little pain —
Then reality came.
I felt accused of misplaced trust,
Defensive, and defend I must.
The hopes of wanting to believe,
The criticisms ill conceived.
And cancer struck, not once, but twice.
These unexpected enemies caused
A leeriness, and gave me pause.
Life wouldn’t go on as I had thought —
Events could happen, unannounced,
Nothing seemed safe; nothing sound.
The sunny days had turned to dark,
The world, instead, became more stark.
I had to be ready; I had to be armed.
And then to move o’er 2,000 miles,
Uprooted, after 67 years –
Somehow, that caused a lot of tears.
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Each day that passes, I come aware
Of tragedies, of people’s cares —
That lead some people to despair.
Evil spreads, or so it seems,
Yet parallel, a good perceived —
Incomprehensible battle screams.
And then He said, “Take up your cross,”
“With Me,” He said, “Must count the cost.”
“Without the cross you will be lost.”
I learn to hear His voice each day,
And trust He’s with me in the fray,
And good, o’er evil, wins the day.
It Hurts to Love
The cross of Christ is a paradox. How can something so painful be good, and even holy? Perhaps the more you love others, the more you will suffer. Yes, there will be times of joy, but let’s face it: often, it hurts to love.
Because you cared about others, but often they misunderstood you, or they felt threatened by your love, you suffered. Or, you suffered when you saw your loved one suffering. Or, you see their bad choices, but cannot make them change. Then you must wait and pray and trust that God may change their hearts.
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