“R is for REMISSION.” May this be your reminder that remission is always possible, no matter the odds stacked against you.
I came across this rock along the shore of Lake Michigan in Fort Sheridan, IL while preparing to learn the results of my latest scan.
Remission is like the tide.
Ebbing and flowing,
Constantly changing,
Momentary highs,
Bottomless lows
Waves of death and rebirth
Carving out everything in its path.
Fleeting like the shore,
the ground, like sand beneath our feet
is constantly shifting, never quite solid.
Taunting us like the horizon
Always there—just slightly out of reach.
Side by side we fight against the tide,
Surfing these waves of uncertainty.
Wearing our pain with smiles
As the tide sweeps in,
Daring to take us down.
Hand in hand—we know we will withstand
One day, we will make it to solid ground
As the tide gracefully ushers us back
towards the shoreline of eternity.