Saturday, February 9, 2008

Dearest God,

Around and round. Each morning I rise to write you, to listen for your voice, to write words conveying hope, joy, grace, trust, love, and mercy. I write the words of faith that come daily. I don't have to search; it comes pretty easy. I'm like Blue on Blue's Clues. I look for clues of your appearance. Sometimes they come in darkness when my heart is sad and blue. They come in all colors and shapes, sounds and insight.

Yesterday I listened to a rough cut song using our words, yours and mine, from my ten year anniversary celebration with breast cancer on December 17. How well I remember our time together with cancer, how instead of hating it, I embraced it, speaking tenderly to the infected cells, then bidding my breast goodbye. How prized the time was as we spoke openly, freely many times every day. How close we became, walking toward each other, focusing on your presence in my life, my joy, my hope, my refuge. No other time like it. My life was changed forever.

A musician read my letter to you dated December 17. He was inspired to pick up his guitar, to begin to play, to sing our words, yours and mine. He put the song on a CD, then gave it to me. And I played it, singing along, remembering the anniversary, remembering the day of my diagnosis, remembering events minutes and days after diagnosis. But more than that I remember the sweetness of your presence. I could hear your presence in the song.

After having dinner with a friend who is battling breast cancer, I played the song for her. Around and round it went to yet another level of existence, my experience, the musician's experience and now my friend's experience. You are singing your song around and round, around and round. I like it; I really like it.

Around and round,
the sound
of your voice
goes around and round.
Melodies of healing,
of hope, comfort,
and peace
singing their songs
for the universe.
Faith going
around and round
to yet another
thirsty soul.
Around and round
your presence
revealing,
around and round
to all the earth.

Love, Andrea