The Eye of the Storm

The moment in which I felt death upon me
  catalyzed a collision of events, and introspection.

However, recently I entered a space of quiet.
  The gentle purr of my heart, the symptoms at bay...

'Perhaps,' I think, 'they misdiagnosed!'
  'Perhaps the heart is not, in fact, ailing!'

And then I smile at my ability for self delusion,
  but more so at what really might be happening.

My prayers have been about making 'it'
  to January, the date planned for the surgery.

A period of quiet in the storm is required
  to wait that long to bring healing to the heart.

And now, I find myself basking in that quiet!
  I am being given the time for which I prayed!

To fall into self delusion robs me the opportunity
  to revel in the grace of a prayer answered, and the
  exquisite nature of this moment, the eye of the storm.