Halfway Through

Forty-eight inches,

a decade of growth,

curled into fetal comfort,

seeks the safety

of mother’s womb.


Smooth tender scalp

rests on her shoulder,

arms encircle her neck.

Cuddle toys can’t

fill his need

for security.


Radiation’s brand marks

the tomb of the enemy,

robber of joy, peace and play.

Plastic tubes pump

poison into his chest.


Dad is big and strong,

Mom, warm and wise,

but sarcoma sucks;

that’s just the way it is.

A Sovereign Hand Over Me

by my good friend Gayle Neuerburg
A prayer poem about trusting

A sovereign hand over me

To protect my heart and vulnerability

Giving me peace and tranquility

In the midst of ambiguity

Trusting, leaning and holding to

Promise of love good and true

Hold me, lift me and carry me

Turn my eyes, help me see

You’re abounding in every moment

Ever knowing and ever present

Let me trust your unchanging ways

Walking beside you all my days

Sometimes I falter, sometimes I shake

You’re there with every step I take

Keep me in the palm of your hand

Although I don’t always understand

There’s a sovereign hand over me

Giving me peace and tranquility

Published in: on June 4, 2009 at 3:03 pm  Leave a Comment  
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