Midnight Cancer

Midnight Cancer
is a bottomless pit
where voices echo
around and around
endlessly
repeating the same
prayer:
oh
God…

Sooner or later, midnight
cancer changes to
morning
cancer,
brighter,
more hopeful.
Somewhere in the sun
rises warm and round.
Birds are singing.

After a while,
morning cancer melts
into afternoon cancer
where it hides among chores:
cut the grass
clean the downspouts
drain the noodles.

Later, the house falls silent
and even the dog is asleep.
There might or might not be rain.
Without a sound
you are falling,
arms wide and circling.
It’s midnight
You have cancer.

~Mary Braddish O’Connor from her collection “Say Yes Quickly.”

One response to “Midnight Cancer”

  1. I believe you.
    I believe Mary Braddish O’Connor.
    I’ve not experienced cancer in my own body….
    But I believe those who have and do.
    Believing you/them causes me to hold on to God, as you do, all the more tightly.
    Hearing and believing you calls me into prayers and intercession for you.
    I am forced to trust God. As you are. Just like you say.

    Thank you.
    Thank you for sharing what you know and experience
    Thank you for reminding me that God is believable, faithful and trustworthy.
    Even at midnight.
    I believe you.

    Like

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