Hey folks,
Kim and I are headed to Nashville today. The folks at Sarah Cannon will be running tests (MRI, CT, bloodwork, eye exam, etc) to see if I’m a solid candidate for the trial.
Thanks as always for your prayers and those mysterious “thoughts”.
The picture above is from a local cotton field. I wanted to cut some stems for decoration yesterday, but I snapped a picture instead.
Now for something totally different. Here’s a poem I wrote from some feelings that I’ve been processing:
Dust and Gold
laughter tears hands in hands
a forest of legs together stand
at their feet the lonely crawl
heads down scratch and claw
trusting senses all
fight and squabble
clinging fists
dust and gold are precious
invitation from above
but fear it grips
the offer of love
away it slips
reject the mirth
search the dirt
for things of worth
buried in the earth
what you seek
can’t be found
meek they grovel
on the ground
a short fall
to final rest
fathers buried
with the mess
children searching bones
for jewels
God help the bigger fools
Good luck! I hope everything goes better than expected.
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You’re #1 Baine
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Praying!
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