Entombed Dreams

Tuesday, January 19, 2010 at 01:19PM
[Pat Kashtock] in Conversations, born again, cancer death, childhood dreams, death of a mother, finding identity, new life, pat kashtock, resurrection

I am from childhoods spent lying in sunlit fields watching cloud, and picking the wild strawberries that grow there.

I am from the stream in the woods where sunlight kissed our heads in filtered patches while lizards tried to escape our grasp.

I am from the courtyard where the volcano did not spring up in the middle of the night to destroy us as it did in recurring nightmares, yet where cancer crept in and stole away the stability and warmth that protected us.

I am from the glades of isolation

And the classrooms of loneliness

From the prison in my heart that branded me unfit to live.

I am from the hurricane winds that refused to let me stand, but the strength of the saplings I clung to allowed me to fight my way home.

I am from the tomb.

And yet from that place of death, He has called me forth, back into the sunlight.

Article originally appeared on Conversations with God while walking through life, surviving a child's cancer, fighting slavery, death of a child (http://patkashtock.squarespace.com/).