:::: originally posted on my main blog http://rsdevin.vox.com/ ::::
You may or may not know that Jay Lake--prolific writer and blogger--is currently dealing with cancer. This is the sort of thing that makes you step back and ponder your own life, priorities, passions, and regrets. I consider Jay's blog an important part of my day; from his professional advice and methodologies, to his raw, candid, and often humorous glimpses into his personal life. I know Jay is driven beyond the average author, and he is passionate about the craft; this has been a constant source of inspiration for me as an author, and I thank him for his freehearted efforts.
I thought about the best way to honor Jay in this time of misfortune, the best way to give both tribute and commiseration, and the answer was patently simple: give the gift of the written word. The following poem is my version of a bouquet of condolatory flowers and a get-well card.
P.S. Jay is reminding people to give a donation to the Clayton Memorial Medical Fund. This is an emergency medical fund for Pacific NW writers having medical-related financial difficulties.
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Determined Resilience (for Jay Lake)
A silent hope
Lay quiet in my mind
Is now declared in lines of verse.
May the spell of the dark invader be surmount and broken
So to give us empowered prayers
Showing determined resilience
Grow with time.
He must battle,
Let no force lay siege,
Fly the flags of perseverance.
And determined resilience will lead his victory procession
Letting us learn a finer lesson
That even the darkest hours
Succumb to light.
Of such hope, let me be--
A proselyte, a declarer
A true believer.
That though he may be an assailed soul,
Resilience is his mortar,
And mortal power.
So that death may be rendered only a jealous spectator
Of the fierce and deadly tides
Along life's journey.
I pray he who has many more years to live
He who has spoken of a fathers love, to his daughter
He who through words devising, expands realms fantastic and the arcane universe
Be given safe passage through this tribulation,
And through trials he can never fully understand,
Or prepare for.
Let the torrent subside--a cascade of grim reality--be dispelled
May his need for determined resilience,
Fade into a distant, trace memory
A memory fated to be conquered,
By gifts of smiles, laughter, love, and time.
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