Sometimes I see their faces, as I gaze into the stars. I feel the echo of their pain. I see the outline of their scars. So many people I have seen, lose at the same game. They fight the war most valiantly, but death soon calls their name. Each one has a story, that’s told only to a few select. To the ones who have time to listen and who know compassion’s effect. Being that “one” isn’t easy. On your heart it takes a toll. Their stories tug at your emotions. They touch the edges of your soul. But you can’t imagine not doing, the job God gave you to do. For even though there is pain, there are so many treasures too. Meeting people and hearing, them tell of all their lives have been. Success, failure, sorrow and joy. Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win. Lending a hand to someone in need. There is no greater feeling of worth. Then to comfort another, help a friend. It’s the greatest feeling on earth. Cancer is such a vicious thing. It strips them of so much. Their life, their independence, their dignity. But it can’t take away your touch. Your touch of caring compassion. To let them know you care. And that they are still a valuable person, even if they don’t have any hair. My heart dances with those who are wining their battle, I see them health and strong. But my heart breaks with those who are losing. I feel loss in their Swan Song. Each one leaves a jewel with me, that I cannot explain. What little I have given does not compare to what I have gained. And still... Sometimes I see their faces as I gaze into the stars. I feel the echo of their pain. I see the outline of their scars.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 08:58:34 +0000
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