Most everyone is familiar with the "Footprints in the Sand" poem. A dear friend of Fr. Jack's wrote a very personal addition to this famous poem.
The last portion of the original poem.
The Lord replied, "My son, my precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of suffering, when you could see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
Then I looked again and there was more.
I noticed that at one time in my life there were no footprints at all,
These were the days I had cancer.
Everyone wondered about the absence of even one set of prints.
"You're a survivor!" they claimed, because "no prints at all" was too disturbing.
They kept trying to help me get up, but I was weak,
Kept trying to make me fight, but I had surrendered,
Kept saying "you'll beat this," but I had learned it wasn't a competition,
It just was.
It was at this time that God sat with me, no walking required.
God and I sat on the beach and waited it out together.
And one day the sun rose, my physical strength returned,
and the cancer was gone.
God turned to me with invitational glance, "Are you ready?"
And rising first, the Lord took me by the arm, helped me to stand,
And we walked on together,
Making footprints in the sand.
-written by Kelli Waters Taylor, 2020, used with permission