and secure in His arms.
Looking through watered eyes at landscapes passing
by, I can feel Dad’s freedom and joy from this earthly
life, but it somehow doesn’t lessen the pain in my
heart and soul this day.
I pray for strength in the coming days without my
Dad while knowing life has been changed forever at
the moment of his death.
Tackling routines with different beginnings, authenticating truths of eternity’s gardens, waiting for our presence to begin anew in fate’s treasured hands.
Sincerely finding reasons to become what I was always meant to be.Taking strides to be effervescent in life’s trials, setting aside all types of insistent complaints, instead focusing on an eternity of truth and honesty.
I am still a person, though a little wrinkled skin is showing.My heart still beats and loves and hurts.Won’t you let an old woman have some dignity in her last days of life?Thankful for a listening ear, a caring heart, I can continue with heartfelt joy.
Steadily careening down a steep mountainside, falling with every droplet of water, cascading down into depths of it’s watery soul.
with forked tongues.How pitiful and useless they are in their imaginedseats of importance.
Lifting eyes to heaven, manifesting a world I can call my own, where I can feel and touch whatever I see in mind.Vivid colors reaching my taste buds, giving me delectable tones to write about.
