God and Nature 2025 #1
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By Andrew Budek-Schmeisser
Don’t know how to pull it off
from so very far behind.
The damning pain, the bloody cough,
the despair that plays upon my mind,
and what would be the point of it,
why should I even try
when others say it’s time to quit,
to just give in and die?
I ask this question to the night
and quiet comes the answer:
“My hands formed you for this fight,
to show My world that even cancer
don’t mean nuthin’, not a thing,
in the Service of the King.”
Andrew Budek-Schmeisser is a writer and poet, author of Blessed Are the Pure of Heart and Emerald Isle. His work can be found at his web site: Blessed Are the Pure of Heart, and many of his sonnets have appeared on the Steve Laube Agency blog.
Don’t know how to pull it off
from so very far behind.
The damning pain, the bloody cough,
the despair that plays upon my mind,
and what would be the point of it,
why should I even try
when others say it’s time to quit,
to just give in and die?
I ask this question to the night
and quiet comes the answer:
“My hands formed you for this fight,
to show My world that even cancer
don’t mean nuthin’, not a thing,
in the Service of the King.”
Andrew Budek-Schmeisser is a writer and poet, author of Blessed Are the Pure of Heart and Emerald Isle. His work can be found at his web site: Blessed Are the Pure of Heart, and many of his sonnets have appeared on the Steve Laube Agency blog.