All through this month and next, I go to the hospital every weekday morning at 8:30 for a brief radiation treatment for prostate cancer. Without this treatment this 72nd year would be my last. A pattern has emerged. After each treatment I walk through the lobby doors and sit down on the bench outside. I see the trees and the morning sky. And I weep tears of joy for the beauty that is life and its envelope. What an astounding gift it is to be a recipient of awareness. And today I shake with sobs of sorrow for all those whose awareness is so muddied up with fear that they have descended into hatred and war. I cry for their children whose whole lives are consumed by war. Facing death in my old age, when death is mire an expectation than an anomaly, I can see it with lessened fear. And seeing it, unmasks the beauty of life. So I sit each morning and weep joyously for the beauty of life revealed by death. And I sit with anguished weeping for the masking of lifes beauty in those denying deaths place in life. And for the too-soon death their denying brings as they kill one another in their seeking to be not killed. Thank you Lord for this intensity. Give us strength to meet it. Give us the relief of knowing faithfully that Your Goodness pervades The All. That will be our relief from mortal fear. That will be the peace which relieves us of participating in humanitys one constant, endless war.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 13:29:50 +0000
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