ON A RECURRENCE OF CANCER, August 1999

And light came slowly
Tinting the darkened sky with
Colour, giving the trees
A ghostly presence, looming tall
As though seen through
Misty eyes, but strong and stalwart
Against the eastern sky.
Each hour takes on a changing hue,
Just as our thoughts do in
Greeting each new born day.
A new day; startling in its
Promise of new ventures
And new joys. The mind
Leaps as with promise of the hope
Which keeps our minds alive
And full of other hours to come
To grasp and fill with renewed life.

JEB

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