all things are forgottenby humankindby timeby design except for the memoriesof warof abuseof painof suffering for they are our ownthey made us who we aremaybe not who we thoughtwe wanted to be and what of the other memoriesof joyof loveof peaceet cetera they cast light on the shadowsin life with hope for the lifeto comeContinue reading “Shadows in Life”
I was watching the wind’s last playful tug on the disappearing daywondering aboutwhat tomorrow might bring when the phone rang. Itwas the sound of desperation lookingfor work. My wordsof “don’t lose hope” seemed so empty after the call. Maybenot to him but to me. All I could do was pray about tomorrow.Hope for tomorrow.