Within the pain
Comes the anxiousness that couples the uneasy realization
With the thought of our own mortality.
The appearance of disease symptoms
Can be emotionally paralyzing as we try to pray them away.
We get lost, nervously, in attempting to rationalize our fate
When it appears that life and death have moved closer together
In our mirror.
Within the heart of a true believer
Is the lifeline of faith
Which is called upon in less urgent times,
But is prepared to act heroically
In severe moments.
When we stare down death
We do not stare it down alone.
The calm, invisible, invincible hand of God
Reaches down for us when we reach the final knot on the rope.
When courage runs out, when hope becomes terror,
He waits,
He listens,
And when it is time,
He intercedes.
Always.
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