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To: Peach who wrote (2115)	6/23/1999 4:00:00 PM
From: MSR	Read Replies (5) \| Respond to of 7442

Blue, Joan, Joe, Peach, Carolyn, All, Thanks for the welcome and the well wishes/congrats. Joe's suggested "copy and paste" worked so I was able to post my poem below without having to retype (much appreciated). Hope the poem lives up to Blue's build-up... Basically, I wrote the poem on the night in between two days of scans to see if they had finally gotten all the cancer this time (three other times I learned that they had not and that I needed more treatments). This time felt different. I had a good report on a Thursday, but had to wait until more tests on a Fri to get the final results. I attempted to capture the multiple feelings during that very unique moment of "maybe it's really gone," and "if it is gone, what does that mean...?" Hope you enjoy... MSR . . ------------------------------------------------------------------ . . -- -- -- On the Eve of Redemption -- -- -- Is this the Eve of Redemption? Is it to be my fate for my burden to be lifted? So close I savor the sweet nectar Freedom appears within my grasp And yet my freedom remains just that… Within grasp but not yet experienced Still I wonder, is it even just To impose my judgment, as such On my state? A burden? What burden have I carried? What burden do I so desperately seek to shed? I have held my burden in judgment, In contempt, in disdain... A burden have I had Or a precious gift? Never so full, so awake, so all-consumed With life's fountain have I lived A burden I have had to be sure But a burden bearing gifts The morning light may see fit To alleviate my distress But I shall not lose sight of this moment "Burden," as I have so branded my state Appears to have freed me from many other Burdens as well In my most passionate heart of hearts I must never forget The sweetest taste of victory may be at hand All the while learning to live at the pinnacle Of the most profound appreciation for life I have yet conceived The burden may indeed become lifted But long may its gift of wakefulness Live on M.S.R. June 3, 1999