for my Alaska son,
his handsome face and the stubble on his chin
reminding me of the man he has become
the gift he is in my life
Many thanks to my God
It has been raining here at home allot- I mean allot!
And as it started storming again this morning, I stepped outside to try to catch some shots of raindrops with my camera,
and that is when I saw this little guy clinging to the tree trunk- not moving- just hunkered down and hanging on.
And for myself, sometimes that is all I can do, hang on, hold on, hunker down and cling to the one that shelters me from the storm.
The grayness has come for 6 weeks I face it.
The trees are bare, their limbs etched in black across the sky.
Coldness creeps into the bones; the chill will not leave me.
Ashes are upon my forehead, death is embraced.
Judgment must be executed.
It is all I deserve.
I am guilty, the crime has been committed;
no more excuses can be made.
But I am not beaten,
the stripes I deserve are given to another.
I cannot bear to watch.
My heart is torn to pieces.
In His pain, He reaches to me.
I grasp His hand, I kiss His feet.
I am covered in His blood.
His blood purifies. My robe is white- spotless.
I am embraced, His mark upon my forehead.
Life is embraced.
Resurrection has come