Coming Up Short (2008)
Desperate for words to describe who you are to me
I come up short
with every attempt my mind won’t stop turning like leaves
caught in a whirl of wind my heart won’t rest
Fully aware that you consume me
there is a strange contentment
in the unrest of
coming up short
Expressions spill from the tip of my tongue
moving me to dance
stopped by my tears I come up short
Should it be song, lyrical
words accompanied by melody
rich with motion
Should it be prose, lofty
phrases telling the story
of my life in yours, yours in mine
Should it be poetic, freely
capturing what is, what will be
If there is nothing new under the sun
why am I unable to put to voice
the vulnerable thoughts pervading my being
should there be words to say what I understand from coming up short
Words are not enough
Unable to fully say how I love You
knowing I come up short, yet
You love me,
my life will be my words.
This was a piece I wrote in 2008 and I have often wondered if there is a song waiting to come from these words. I’m not a songwriter, so I continue to wonder.
It seemed appropriate to post it today.
My life will be my words!
I am home and they tell me I am recovering well. It is frustrating to be so tired but I am not fighting it and my caregivers at home are wonderful.
I plan on being brief because I am still sorting through so much and coming up short on words.
The pathology reports were not what we had hoped for so the fight will continue. I will meet with the surgeon next week for my post op visit and to take the next step with an oncologist. The cancer has been staged at 3a. I won’t attempt to explain all of the staging but as it was found in a lymph node, this is not over.
For now, I thank you for the outpouring of prayers and support. It has been a strength and blessing to all of us. Please continue to pray.
From all of the Gratopps, thanks!