Spring is the season of hope...
...Of weary heart beats growing strong again
Of diseased lymph nodes disappearing
...Of bountiful prayer for the ill to mend.
And with each pastel bloom upon the tree
...Another blossoming day of much better heart flow
Another day where surgical removal is a success
...While springs pastel tapestry continues to grow.
You can feel & hear the ambience of Springtide now
...As at last there is no longer any heart ache
The air is filled with aroma's of health
...Gone is a cancer, no longer another life to take.
This day the birds all sing in perfect harmony
...Yes, as a choir - they sing their sweet Psalms
And for the ones with a new strong heartbeat
...There is, at last, new hope to be found.
Together Spring joins the once weary weak hearted
...With one that cancer tried to kill
Together as friends or perhaps more, forever
...What ever happens between the two of them is God's will.