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  Patricia Hammell Kashtock

Aka: Pat Kashtock. Mother of three, wife of one. BA in Social Work and Biblical Studies. Graduate work at Virginia Tech interrupted, then derailed by oldest child’s brain tumor...

My life has not followed the course I planned. But I am not complaining. Pain is to be expected in a world broken apart from its Creator.

The miracle resides in the ability to find joy when least expected...

 

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For What It's Worth

Each life is a journey. The voices of many guides try to direct us, saying, “This is the path – walk in it!” Yet each one leads in a different direction.

I believe only one Voice can be true. That Voice will lead us in ways most unexpected, into worlds yet undiscovered. It will lead us up the hill, around the river and through the forest. And sometimes, it will lead without mercy.

Or so it seems.

I have made listening for that Voice and following it, my life’s quest. I will share some of what I have heard that Voice say with you. But I am not in the business of telling people how to think or what to believe. Each has to decide for himself. Only you can decide if you find the truth of the Voice in these words. And only you can decide how much it is worth to know the Voice, and follow.

But for me, it is worth the whole world.

And then some…

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Thursday
Jun262008

Heidi: the Infant

Heidi: the Infant

 

 

       Tiny rosebud mouth half presses against the pillow.

      Pale, downy fringe brushes lightly against high cheekbones.

 

                  And all that is precious

                        rhythmically waltzes

                  in and out of

                        two china nostrils.

 

      The umbilical cord to my heart

      has never been cut, tied,

                        severed, or cauterized.

            It also dances with a life of its own

                        among the trees

                                 and the rocks

                        and under the sun.

      It whirls madly along

      keeping pace with the waltz

      folding to embrace all of life -

                  reaching, stretching, painfully throbbing.

 

Painfully the throbbing cord lays bare and exposed

to the lacerating winds of reality that yank against it -

            stretching its very endurance;

 

                        almost,

 

                     but not quite,

                                               pulling out the heart

                                                                 to which it is attached.

 

 Pat Kashtock

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