Panic, Principles, and Purpose

I see your lips move; I can’t hear a sound,
‘Cept the buzz ‘midst the fog and the ringing,
In this mind, thousands of questions abound,
Dark news from you, doctor, still stinging,

Tho’ tears: they shall be not wasted on thee,
For my husband, my sister, my friends,
And faith in the Lord bring comfort to me,
While this cancer, from me, will be cleansed,

I’ve found that objects don’t matter, you see,
Ev’ry sunrise in morning brings bliss,
Fam’ly and gardens shall feed my esprit,
And rescue my soul from this darkened abyss,

Know this, before you would label me "ill,"
That God, for me, has a Grand Purpose still.

​- Scott Alexander McKenzie