I just finished watching the Patrick Swayze interview that spoke of his battle with pancreatic cancer and my heart went out to him and his wife. I have witnessed this monster first hand. I watched it rear its ugly head and I saw…oh how I saw what havoc it can wreak on the flesh…there are so many things about this disease and what it does to the body…oh so many horrible things that few will by the grace of God never know…This may account to why I at times feel so low after looking this evil straight in the eye. May the Lord be merciful to Patrick and all the others who fight the good fight…though it may destroy the flesh…for some like my Leah…it never destroyed the spirit….may all be blessed with faith, courage and hope.
Just 3 months before the above photo was taken (to which I was reluctant to show) but will for the shear sake of pointing out the ravages of pancreatic cancer. I want you to just look at her eyes in this…this was 10 days before she passed into glory.
only 3 months before Leah was walking 5 and 6 miles a day….cooking my supper…washing clothes and cleaning house….3 months later she sits in a wheelchair that I lifted her into so that she could play her new guitar that I bought her for our anniversary the day before…I share this to raise awareness. I share this part of my life to pray for hope…I share this to remind…to remind all that we are to love with our all…the entirety of our days.
From the eyes and heart of Leah as she lay dying….interpreted by my spirit in that I knew her very soul.
Dreams of dying circle like vultures in the black skies of doom.
Well wishers gather in tight groups, pessimist whisper across the room.
Pain consumes the entirety of my body with every simple breath.
Hope fights the darkness; one more hour; one more day without death.
I lift my hands in praise to Jesus; for I have by His grace made it this far.
Even before this illness…this crushing illness, I accepted Jesus into my heart.
So I fear not of dying, for I know that greater is my heavenly reward.
Therefore even with every painful breath I take; I shall with my lips forever His name forever praise.
- Authors note….though these words were penned by me tonight…I can assure you that they were the words of the spirit that belonged to Leah my late wife. She possessed greater courage than I think I could ever know…
- Therefore in light of all things and with the knowledge and love that you each possess, I want to encourage you to share not so much of your money but of your time with Hospice…there are many who walk this path utterly alone…souls lost and dying without the touch of love…be that love is my plea.
Passions fires are built on love…Love is born of the spirit and the spirit is bequeathed by God.
J. Allen Wilson 1/7/2009
Glimpse Of An Angel
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|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Thank you for sharing this very personal glimpse into Leah's final hours.
|Reviewed by blue soplain
|i ahve no words.....you life and beautifu every psirit, as your precious love must ahve done and still does as well. . .
God bless. ...
|Reviewed by Barbara Smith
|Allen, your's and Leah's love was strong and powerful and both of you would have laid your lives down for each other. Thanks for writing this reminder to all who will read it...messages are powerful to those who are suffering and don't know what to expect next. This poem illustrates your love for Leah and for Jesus Christ. People go a lifetime and never know love like you have known and sharing it with other people illustrates the spirit of mankind. My prayers are with you - God Bless.|
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Her eyes were aglow with the love you had for her and the love you had to put her in that chair and give her that guitar to play. I know Leah and yourself were positively good through it all to the end and did all you could together. Now writing about it helps and to pass it on to us is so neat that you can still write about her love and her loving ways. Prayers for you too as a loving man you will always be too in this world. Never give up for God takes care of us all in his own ways.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Undone by the beauty, the grace, the strength in this poem - Leah's life and death will touch many, if you will allow it to - by publishing her story in verse, it will show that we must do all we can to irradicate this monster of cancer: no more. Well done, my friend.
((((HUGS)))) love and continued prayer, Karla.
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|This is an amazing and touching poem.People can learn so much from you about the human spirit,love and enjoying your life to the fulliest.This poem and the way you handled your loss of your wife shows me what type of character and spirit you truly have.take care and God bless you
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Beautiful writing that touches the heart, Allen.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|(((((HUGS))))), much love, and continued prayers~
Heartbreaking write of the reality of cancer; I'm so sorry you had to go through this!
Very powerfully penned/illustrated; bravo!
As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|This brought tears to my eyes, I will be praying for you, your wife was a beautiful person, and I truly believe one day you will reunite in glory
In Christs Love
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Good talkin' with ya today, sir Al & as always, good to see you keep writing out your feelings, always a pleasure to read...by the way, that wind you talked about is now here, bringing with it, COLD temps and even colder next week with HIGHS in the LOW 20's...oh my! Ed|