Where Silver Tears Do Rust
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Chaotic Trials
The sun again sets upon the snow capped Rocky mountains. The awesome slender of Gods glory is presented to me in glistening shades of purple and orange. Hints of blue shade the clouds and my heart yearns to be en-cloaked in the peace and serenity of this moment. However, distant dreams from childhood and complex, chaotic trials of the present prevent me from fading into and joyously joining with my spirit. My values are constantly being compromised. My heart screams out for peace. Like a girl-child, I crawl into myself and I struggle for the answers to questions that plague my mind. Like a cancer, my fears of tomorrow eat away at my spirit. No peace to be found. No answers. No arms to understand. I cannot, try as I may, understand what demons torment the minds of those that I love. With discretion, sorrow and longing for peace; with hope for a brighter dawn; I gaze upon the sun that again sets upon the snow capped Rocky mountains...
L.A.McNabb
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
L.A.McNabb
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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Chaotic Trials
Chaotic Trials