I received an email from a friend of mine who I thank God for everyday. He was challenging me to give voice to the struggles in life that I (and that we ALL) face. I do believe that this blog would not be complete or balanced unless it brought to light (honestly and openly) struggles...plain and simple.
For what it is worth, this is my picture. As always, I welcome your own portraits, paintings (finger-paintings I am partial to, of course).
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Nestled in this nook,
Tucked away from prying eyes
This feathered bird prays:
Awaiting hope’s birth,
Sweet child of emblazoned sky
“Dispel this darkness.”
A chill in the air,
I reach out for my sweater,
Feathers not enough
October is gray
And winter has come too soon
I was not ready
Knitting, not preening
I make haste in a panic
Clothing nakedness
Slowly haste gives way
Surrendering sheer fatigue,
A delicate fade
Captive tears once trapped,
Angrily assault my gates
They are free to go
Succumbing at length,
I have become that last leaf,
And loosen my grip
Choosing to let go,
I dance and swirl to the ground,
Winter has not won~
