It’s a lonely place that I go to each day
to let radiotherapy have its way.
I sit silently waiting for my call
and then lay still, exposed before them all.
They twist and turn me to get me in place
and then I watch them as they exit in haste,
leaving me lying there all on my own,
waiting and watching, listening alone.
But I realised that Jesus was there
as silently I breathed out my prayer,
“I will never leave you, my dear, ” He said
and laid there beside me upon that bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem