Cat Caird has one of those rare and beautiful combinations of a burning passion for Jesus together with a gentle and generous spirit. I have the privilege of knowing her as a good friend locally, and I can vouch for the fact that she likes her coffee strong, her chocolate dark, and her books in plentiful supply. She loves Jesus and she loves to invite people to know him. Over to Cat:
The poem you are about to read was written in reflection of two moments in my life where suffering occurred. It didn’t happen directly at me, but I watched two loved ones be eaten away by cancer. The first time was when I was 9 and I felt a great hopelessness and darkness. The second time was when I was 25 and I felt great sadness but I was not swallowed up in darkness because I knew that there was hope. This hope comes through and in Jesus Christ. He found me when I was 17 and has shown me he is the victor of death and he walks with us through our suffering. I look back on those two moments and know that Jesus understands this suffering far more than I do and through his death and resurrection he raises up hope and gives comfort to those who suffer.
Through my eyes
I had 9 year old eyes
And the world had bright pixels,
With the sun streaming across them;
Making days seem endless
And the night a distant speck.
Yet those eyes turned misty when
I heard the word cancer;
They said it was clinging to Nan
Like an invading army
Ready to strike and suck out life.
Through 9 year old eyes
I find myself perplexed as to why,
The days of hide and seek
While eating chicken crisps
Soon need to fade and said goodbye with a kiss.
Now through 25 year old eyes
The world looks a little hazier
And with grey edged pixels
I hear those words again -
Cancer; for Aunty this time
And death knocks on the door.
But I learnt a new thing:
Death has no sting.
It struts like it does
And casts a spell of dismay,
But light pierces deeper
And punctures the cloak of Hades.
I don’t know if these ladies
Knew love divine, the great Shepherd.
But I know death is not the end
Its claws have been removed
And its poison has been drunk.
As these 25 year old eyes
Watch the coffin slide through,
Weeping and wailing ensues,
But I have a new hope.
Light will overcome darkness
And the bringer of life will bring comfort
To all those who find refuge in him.
I am a wife of one wonderful husband. I work in student Christian ministry where I get to tell students about Jesus. I love words and how they sound. I love to write poetry and I enjoy blogging thoughts and ideas. I love reading and watching fairy-tale stories and I enjoy doing all this with a good cup of fresh strong coffee.
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