stuck in pain . . . or rising above it . . .
Fog swirls around my soul. Cobwebs replace clarity of thought. Shadows threaten my heart as pain continues with a vengeance. …
Fog swirls around my soul. Cobwebs replace clarity of thought. Shadows threaten my heart as pain continues with a vengeance. …
Last vestiges of evening’s light are soft, yet brilliant as the parting sun leaves its mark. An orange golden glow …
God created physical light . . . God said, ‘let there be light;’ and there was light. And God saw …
Fog swirls around my soul. Cobwebs replace clarity of thought. Shadows threaten my heart as pain continues with a vengeance. …