I am a member of well over 200 cannabis-related groups.Many are about using cannabis as medicine. One of them has members who risk their freedom, their families and possibly their lives to provide this medicine to those who desperately need it at low or no cost. The post below...about Phil Arsenault up in Canada..is about one such angel. The poem Im posting below was written about the people who do this because its the right thing to do. Please contribute and share about Phil. Thanks The Cannabis Healers Ode Cropped hair and endless tears A sullen face reveals her fears Shuffling feet and baggy clothes A secret only cancer knows A hardened criminal stealing a wife Uncaring and relentlessly taking her life We gather round to cheer the fight But shes not up to it tonight Each day another poke and prod The doctor with an ambivalent nod He’s lousy at sharing difficult news Confirming his negative YELP reviews Please eat something and smoke some more Let the medicine heal you before You run out of steam and signal surrender Its not too late, youre still a contender Youll win this fight, well call you Champ But looking close her eyes are still damp Youve got to believe from the inside out That all things are possible without a doubt You can borrow my strength And Ill lend you my faith Theyve gotten me through many tough times Theyll help you get along just fine But if God has different plans for you Ill stay by your side, doing what I can do Well reminisce bout all your good deeds And celebrate your life as you proceed To an unimagined beautiful place Arriving at once; full of grace
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 21:13:41 +0000