3/2/10

She comes home to an empty house. More like a museum of all those happy times and full of memories long gone. Slowly she makes her way to the kitchen to sit in a chair well used over the years. Sinking into it the tears start falling as that soon becoming familiar pain takes hold. How is she even able to stand I wonder. I imagine if I was to look in her eyes I would see abandonment, weariness, and timeless pain looking back out of deep brown eyes. Probably hopelessness could be found in those depths too.

An anchor, something to hold onto and keep her tried down before the waves pull her under. Dark deep waters and the darkness will give way to a new day. But until then she is safe in His arms, His voice the shining beacon and His arms/embrace her buoy in the fierce storm keeping her afloat. Waters splash against the buoy as she desperately clings to it. The one beacon of light in the vast expanse of darkness. It might be a listening ear or someone willing to just share the grief in silence. In time the waves will calm, the violent winds will grow still

Written by : Justine N.