As It Was, a poem

28 years of continuous torment is a horrendous length of time to suffer without relief or adequate health support. This poem tries to capture the essence of our hope. If anyone wants to pray for the miracle of healing we have so longed for, please do pray for us. It is only love and prayer that sustains us.

Thank you.

 As It Was Before

The best we can hope for

It seems

Is a stillness of moment,

When the ravaging of disease ceases to capture, momentarily,

all available attention

And an inner peace

Surely not of the world,

Can triumph

And the blessing of love

Can be felt,

Amongst and amidst the torment.

This illness never leaves

Despite our best hopes

And yet...

And yet, we still hope and pray

Despite outward appearance

And inner destruction

That miracles will bless our lives

So that one day

We might walk free of it

And be together

In an absolute harmony

On every level

As it was before

So may it be again.