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Isn't it amazing how unaware some of us were (namely, me) before we were touched by this disease? I take nothing for granted anymore -- absolutely NOTHING! What a strange gift this has been. --- Kathy in Boise
-----Original Message-----
From: DevildogGA@aol.com [SMTP:DevildogGA@aol.com]
Sent: Friday, October 16, 1998 4:03 PM
To: mol-cancer@lists.meds.com
Subject: [MOL] A Poem
This is a nice one, received from my sister today.
> The child whispered,
> "God, speak to me"
> And a meadowlark sang.
> But the child did not hear.
>
>
>
> So the child yelled,
> "God, speak to me!"
> And the thunder rolled across the sky
> But the child did not listen.
>
> The child looked around and said,
> "God let me see you"
> And a star shone brightly
> But the child did not notice.
>
> And the child shouted,
> "God show me a miracle!"
> And a life was born
> But the child did not know.
>
> So the child cried out in despair,
> "Touch me God, and let me know you are here!"
>
> Whereupon God reached down
> And touched the child.
> But the child brushed the butterfly away
> And walked away unknowingly.
>>
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