The day arrived. It was no surprise to me that it would be dull and gray, wind whipping and the rain lashing. I stood at the window, gathering my courage. “One last time,” I whispered, hugging myself as if it would give me strength. Walking over to the mantel, I let my fingers trace theContinue reading “Sarah’s Saint – VI”
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The Wind Whispered My Name
The wind whispered my name today, calling me to a place I’ve never been but somehow always knew. Perchance I was born there, somewhere between the twilight and the break of dawn. I felt the tug as she whispered, “Come walk with me where wildflowers grow and birds sing in an endless paradise. Come danceContinue reading “The Wind Whispered My Name”
Sarah’s Saint – IV
The days are growing shorter. We’ve been blessed with warmer weather, but I know it won’t last. I rise earlier these days and walk the beach as I say my rosary. I’m not sure when it happened, but I find peace in my daily prayers. I never used to say the rosary, except when itContinue reading “Sarah’s Saint – IV”
Sarah’s Saint – III
My dreams are troubled lately. There is no comfort or rest to be had for a weary soul who walks with nightmares instead of dreams. When I wake, I find the nightmares are real. The boogeyman is alive and well, and walking through the world disguised as a man. Sometimes, a woman. He exists inContinue reading “Sarah’s Saint – III”