Baby girl from a foreign land Becomes a McGlothlin by God’s divine hand Bureaucratic nightmare, battles to be fought, They travel far to meet her, returning home distraught Heart heavy, eyes glistening, they awaken to another day Cries to the Father rise, bring her home, do not delay Aseres Grace; soft skin, cherubic face, round Read More
Wretched Road
Staring down a dusty trail at unfamiliar terrain, she stoops to sit. Alone. No map. No crowds. No travel companions. Isolated in a forsaken place. Circumstances dictated her path, she did not choose it. Here lie her choices; navigate through or die denial’s death. Blood oozes from her injured limbs, witness to her failed escape Read More
Broken Heart
Tick, tick, tick, each second passes with thunderous roar Luminous rays splash across threshold’s frame Trepidation builds, waiting for shadows to bend Swinging doors open, silhouettes dance, indistinguishable forms enter Eyes dart about searching, searching, searching Celebratory music swirls, poignant tears spill, witness to circumstantial pain Glaring emptiness stares, leaving it’s brand on aching heart Read More
Redemption
Shattered dreams lie discarded, littering the mind Piercing slivers of glass prod the psyche Mortal wounds penetrate delicate core What was, can be no more Reality transcends belief Navigational indicators cease to blink Inky darkness paralyzes, fear menacingly taunts Rescuer appears, eyes of radiant love Thwarting fear, dispelling gloom Soothing words a balmy caress Though Read More
Sorrow Unfolds
She lies alone in darkened room, desperately clutching tattered bear Tears saturate cold pillow, while grief her sole companion Weariness grips her soul, sadness chokes her heart, wretched sobs bruise the silence Anguish erupts violently, shattering precarious facade distorted features reflect another’s disdain Thrashing restlessly, yearning for comprehension she finds only empty, painful ache Betrayal Read More
Backyard Escapades
Bright sunbeams warm fair skin Melting ice cream dribbles down sticky chins Soft breeze flutters, cooling the day Hop, skip, jump; trio merrily plays London Bridges Falling Down, Red Light Green Light, Tug of War Vigorous energy; no chance to be bored Red Rover, Red Rover, Kick the Can, Simon Says, “Fly like Peter Pan” Read More
Reflections
Too much time has elapsed since my last blog post. My intention is to write once a week, but the best of intentions are pointless without practical application. As it often does, my life currently feels completely out of my control. My husband and I are in a place of transition. Transition to where? We Read More