I have chosen to post this poem because my cancer and my blindness were like a hughe stone hitting me.  Ultimately I had many chouces to make in this terrible wilderness experience.  We do have chouces as to how we respind to such things, and this is what this very short poem is about


That is still when
Disturbed by a stone thrown
Onto its surface, forms ripples,
Life hits
Us, like
A stone, disturbing our peace, then
We must choose the nature
Of the ripples
We make.

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