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I'm not ready to say goodbye.
Not to anyone.

I want to endure, survive, overcome.

I want to watch my grandchildren
grow up, become men. I want to
watch my daughters as they 
stream through their lives.

In the silence of the thunderstorm,
there is a lesson to be learned.
I find the words to write. I find
the magic, the illumination.

God is present. God is present.
His essence dripping like water
soaking me in understanding.

People complain around me.
Gossip and moan about
all sorts of things. They
bellow indignation at the
most trivial of situations.

I wish they'd know how
fortunate they are to have
nothing really to worry about.

I'm not ready to say goodbye.
Not to anyone.

Last night I slept poorly.
Feeling sorry for myself.
Feeling uncomfortable.
Isolated.

Stranded in the clutches
of apprehension. Stuck
in the mist of denial
and doubt. Grabbing
at thoughts that float
like bubbles all around.

Restless nights or restless days.
Neither matters.

Flashing lights, blinking on and off.
Meandering seconds building fears
into possibilities.

Possible. A good word.

I pray I sleep better tonight.

I won't say goodbye yet.
Not to anyone.