Ryan’s Poem

Last year our wonderful son was diagnosed with, and treated for, thyroid cancer.  I praise God for his health today.  Here is a poem I wrote during that ordeal.  I pray it may be of help to someone who is accompanying another person who is ill.

It is here, in church
I realize
That push has come
To shove

I sit here beside my son,
My strong manchild,
His neck transversed by that hateful wound
And harboring all those rampant covert cells
That lurk and leer
At the flesh
Of my flesh

I”‘m thinking about
“Only-begotten son.”

We sing together, a cappella.
His bass is threadbare:
And then one day
I”‘ll cross that river
I”‘ll fight life”‘s final
War with

Pain

And I want the river
I want the crossing

But I hate the war
And am undone by knowing
That I have made a crossing already

I have outstripped numbness
At the very thought
Of his pain

(copyright 2007, Latayne C. Scott.  Do not reproduce without written permission.)

2 Comments

  1. Diane
    Oct 10, 2008

    Dearest Latayne,

    Thank you for posting Ryan’s Poem….I remember reading it last year. It is so very touching and raw with emotion and to know that God was given him health today! Hallelujah!! I read your poem in our Ladies Bible Class, knowing that several women there were suffering with circumstances similar to yours (i.e. family members with diseases). It struck a chord! Praise be to God for the talent he has give you to put words together so beautifully and to His glory.

    Diane Carter

  2. Kathleen Popa
    Oct 16, 2008

    Beautiful poem, Latayne. What a frightening, painful time that must have been for your family.

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