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.
—
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.
clarakatalin 