In nineteen-ninety-three,

Sickness seemed endlessly…

To strike loved ones

But traveling funds,

Made it at least bearably!

My beloved’s cancer diagnosed,

Endometrial, very close…

If we’d waited

Our hopes would have faded,

A burial I didn’t want  to host!

My Dad went to a nursing home,

That summer–he couldn’t live alone…

A friend found him sick

To his meds he wouldn’t stick–

She got  him in her car then drove on.

Diana’d been there when Mom died,

It was my turn as she cried…

Out of hospital–on to Dad–

What a year we had,

But grateful my Diana’s alive!

—-Jonathan caswell

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About Jonathan Caswell

Poet, author, servant of God the Heavenly father and the Lord Jesus Christ...working out his salvation with fear and trembling. - Not trusting in his own deeds, but depending totally upon the finished sacrificial work of Jesus Christ to be, by God's reckoning, a new creature, clothed in Christ's righteousness...which mortal humankind can never attain by their own weak efforts, apart from faith in Christ's work on our behalf. - College-educated, yet wise enough to see that what a man does will not be his ultimate identity nor affect how God sees him or her. - Called by God to do a very difficult thing...apart from God's grace, mercy and love the sinner (which we all--by nature--are) but hate the sin, which is only paid through Christ, God's Son, - My own God-given gift is that of being a Poet..showing that in all parts of life...God has a loving part in hard as that is to always understand or perceive...given life's realities! Come join me on my journey of discovery?.

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