When I fail. I’m tempted to run. To run back to the comfortable. The easy. To just stop and give up. To just say that I’m done. Worn out. Desperate. Tired. I want an escape. To get out. Away. To be still and to run at the same time. Time. It’s what I need. Time …
These hands have held, been held, worked, wiped tears, patted backs, rubbed headaches away… these hands have been folded in prayer, they’ve reached out to another, twiddled, anxiously moved, covered a mouth filled with laughter, rubbed a back to console. These hands have written down feelings, held the hand of a dying loved one, held …
To the little girl in the photo: Life will give you many twists and turns. The ride will sometimes be smooth and other times will be bumpy. You will face things that you never expected. You’ll learn that not everyone is who they appear. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll scream. You’ll stand up and stand …
I have started several posts and even have 11 in the “draft” or unpublished phase. It’s just not their time to be posted yet. As I was sitting with my family..I felt the urge to write the poem below. I used to write poetry a lot, but it has been a long time. My hope …
Hope For The Broken 