Agony in a maelstrom behind the storm a week of pain from the well rising up It’s life again Beyond the walls that I had built in vain there was a vision of a place so light and cool with healing that I succumbed to its allure It’s life again Love subsided the pain.
Hope because of you, Hope, I need you. Hope, visiting me, Hope encouraging me. Love needing me. Hope seeing the possibility. Hope and love praying for me.
Bad days are gone, grey days instead. In the grey days it’s not so bad. The day may be grey. A rejection letter that sounded like a gentle let down. A letter from the editor that while the piece hasn’t been accepted, it’s on the short list. Tiny bits of encouragement woven in. With that… Read More Tiny bits of encouragement woven in
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