Hold My Hand

You do not need to physically see me to know me, my children. I am here, reach out and hold my hand. Many of you think of me in terms of a person, lifelike as you are. It is when you humanize me that you cannot hear me; for I do not speak to yourContinue reading “Hold My Hand”

Find Refuge In Me

When you are scared, lonely or hurt find refuge in me, my children. Life can be hard at times but you can find peace within me. Even when at times you do not understand, I am here for you. I am always by your side, loving and embracing you. I will never you. In me,Continue reading “Find Refuge In Me”

Weep No More

My loved one, takenway too sooncaught off guardI remain unbalanced Sorrow, leaking from my eyesheartache renewed each dayeach breath I takea gift, but also a reminder,that now I walk forward less one Why must he go?Why did you take him from me?Invisible fists beatingon an invisible space My soul achesfor the one lostbrother, son, uncle,father,Continue reading “Weep No More”

Beware the Lurkers

For they, the lurkers in the dark,come swiftly and quietly;luring the souls of the innocent,stealing the souls of the lost. How quietly and invisibly they glide,unbeknownst to men and women alike;who have let down their guard,who have opened their entryway. Always hiding in the shadows,blending into the darkness;reaching out to snatch the unaware,in an everlastingContinue reading “Beware the Lurkers”

I Hear You Calling

In the quiet of the night,I hear you calling;like a whisper on the wind,or the rain, gently falling. In the beating of my heart,I feel your presence;a tingling of the soul,an effervescence. In the turmoil of mind,I find your brilliance;like a brightly shining star,off in the distance. You are in the air,and all around;just waitingContinue reading “I Hear You Calling”

Forever Here In My Heart

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