Turning Corners
Cancer came
Shadow-lurker
Stalker, thief
Took (euphemism for her thievery)
Hauled away some valuables
Uninsured, gone for good
Precious jewels, antiquities
Time laced in silver threads of
joy
Stories of the disease
Giving too
Hovering
Somewhere
Perhaps,
My eyes will see them
Once again
Around the corners of a rounded globe
Are wars,
beyond mere rumors
Rather, raw, real, raging
Robbing
My ears have heard of hidden
Gifts
Tucked in the outskirts of the pain
Perhaps
My ears will behold the
Telling,
Once again
Dementia crept in
Beneath the shadows
Into the soul of those I love and loved
Stealing memories by the thousands
Robbing us of stories still not told
But I have held the gifts,
Frail, wrapped in parchment
In my ever-wrinkling hands
Gifts uncovered in the dark
Those revealed by light of day
I’ve held these too,
Too many to tell
Entitled
Redemptive love
Story without end, amen
Waiting captures me
Clothes me
Wraps me in robes of knowing
Assures me to
just
Turn the corner
Once,
Again
Touched by a ghost-like
garment passing by
a holy haunting
Threads of silky hope
Redemption clothes us
On the heels of waiting
Out of moth-balls
I unwrap
Velvet, violet
Comfort from a garment
The ancient
Robe of holy peace
At last.
Joining Laura for Playdates at The Wellspring
elizabeth w. marshall 
Beautiful and haunting. Unwrapping those gifts, turning those corners–those are hopeful things that we can hold on to. Thanks, Elizabeth.
Oh, my goodness, Elizabeth. I am speechless here. The ways He makes beauty out of the ashes? It always leaves me breathless. And you, my friend, are like the Phoenix.
We don’t see what’s around our corners. What tomorrow brings. But we do know we can turn those corners and know God turned with us. Beautifully written. ~Pamela