My Forever

Here’s another old poem I stumbled across while going through the old Jackson archives.

My Forever

I cannot see them but I know they are all around me.
Watching over me, Taking care of me,
Cradling me with their majestic wings – so white and pure,
Absorbing my tears of sorrow and pain.
In a paralleled existence, there to catch us when we falter,
As we have so many times and are destined to do so many more.

I will someday break forth from this motionless body and fly through the sky with them.
Higher and higher will I soar,
My winged soul reaching for the edge of Heaven,
Only to discover what infinity truly is.
I will become one with them and will also wipe away the tears of others.
This is my hope, This is my blessing, This is my forever…

Do not cry when I get my wings,
For I will be there watching over you, wiping away your tears.
I will be there to catch you when you fall.
And on that day when you are set free,
I will be the first angel you see, I will be the one to give you your wings,
So that we may both soar on our wings together reaching for the edge of Heaven.

Kipling A. Jackson 9/18/2013

Dedicated to my lovely wife, I LOVE YOU!

©2016  Kipling A. Jackson

The Phoenix

A couple of phrases revealed themselves to me last night. Below is the finished product. A poem of darkness and light and hope entitled “The Phoenix”. Enjoy…Kip.

The Phoenix

Under grey cloud I ponder,
Of dreams and wishes I chase away.
As darkness falls over the land,
Am I awake or in deep slumber?
The blackness surrounds and destroys,
Time measured upon apathetic plunder.

Whispering wind flowing through my hair,
Breaking through the morning fog,
A new hope shines down.
I turn to face the rising sun,
To bear witness, the birth of a new day.
Emerging from tainted depths,
The binding ashes shed,
My body aglow in Its healing light.
Bathing in Its warmth,
With magnificent wings spread,
I rise.

12/8/15
Kipling A. Jackson

 © 2016 Kipling A. Jackson

What Is Wrong With Me?

Most of everything you hear about ALS is negative. After reading Facebook posts  from  patients/people with ALS on Facebook , they are depressing. and in almost all of them they are complaining about their ailments and impending death.  There are very few positive posts out there in internet land.The reality of having ALS means there is a good chance I will die of complications from the disease – sooner rather than later. I will die… But so will YOU. Dying is natural: every single thing that has ever lived has died, everything living at this moment will die, everything that will live will inevitably die. The fact of life is death.

The reality of having ALS means there is a good chance I will die of complications from the disease – sooner rather than later. I will die… But so will YOU. Dying is natural: every single thing that has ever lived has died, everything living at this moment will die, everything that will ever live will inevitably die. The fact of life is death.

Make no mistake about it, ALS is a horrible disease. Yes, I wish there was a cure. I would love to be walking and running around instead of having my ass planted in my wheelchair for the rest of my days. I would love to grow old with my wife. I want to see an eight-team college football playoff. I want to write stories and music.

I don’t see my terminal condition like the majority of pALS see it which leaves me in the extreme minority. Being a part of this group exhibiting an attitude that certainly is not the norm brings on self-conscious tendencies every human being experience when their viewpoint goes against the grain.  To me, this suggests there just might be something wrong with me.

3/25/16

© 2016 Kipling A. Jackson