When Lisa shared her diagnosis of pancreatic cancer on her blog last month, some of us put together photos and bits of writing to send her. I have to think that Lisa, a writer who understood the healing power of words so well, would be okay with me sharing it with you, too.
What Lisa Taught Me…
That words spoken swirl in the air
Like snowflakes
Landing on a sleeve,
Melting in a lovely instant.
That words written can stay,
And on beloved dog-eared pages,
Voices live forever.
They whisper secrets
And comfort and hope.
That we are all a little like Blake,
Loyal and flawed
Wondrous even in our mistakes.
Even as we stumble confused,
Reaching out a hand
To steady someone else.
That we are all a bit like Lena,
Searching for ourselves
In worlds unknown.
Brave and beautiful in our fear.
And loved.
Oh, loved.
That we are imperfect travelers
On this journey.
That even on the coldest day,
When the wind blows for all it’s worth
And there are rocks on the path…
Even then,
What a soaring, swooping, love-filled
Miracle of a journey
it is.