I am continually amazed how his work, to say nothing of his life, is a demonstration of mindful living. I read one of his "miniatures" or prose poems last night and thought it might be an interesting quick post for Healing Whole. Not only did Solzhenitsyn survive cancer, but he lived for many years with heart disease before he died from it at 89.
The Curtain
Heart disease can serve as an image of life
itself-darkness shrouds its future course, we never know just when our end will
come: Is that it lurking at our door, or might it still be a long way off?
When
a tumor swells ominously within you, at least you can face the implacable truth
and work out how long there is to go. But heart disease plays cunning tricks:
At times you seem quite healthy-so you’re not doomed after all! Why, it’s as if
you’d never been ill!
Blissful
ignorance. What a merciful gift!
But
in its acute phase heart disease is like being on death row. Each evening you
sit and wait-is that the sound of footsteps? Are they coming for me? But then,
each morning-what relief! And what a blessing! God has granted me a whole new
day. One can live and do so very much in the space of but a single day.
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