The whole world lit with candles,
Every flame different and the same,
Every flame a light, a face, a name.
From Won't Be Long, (c) 2006 S. Parsley
Advent: time of anticipation, longing and hope. My little brother leaves tomorrow for Virginia, where he will train for his post-Christmas deployment to Afghanistan. A new season of waiting begins for my family -- for my sister-in-law and two little nephews, for my mom, and for me. Michael, come home safe.
From Won't Be Long, (c) 2006 S. Parsley
Advent: time of anticipation, longing and hope. My little brother leaves tomorrow for Virginia, where he will train for his post-Christmas deployment to Afghanistan. A new season of waiting begins for my family -- for my sister-in-law and two little nephews, for my mom, and for me. Michael, come home safe.
2 comments:
That's a fine, fine book, Steph, and a wonderful messsage to your brother.
Stephanie,
Your words melt together to weave beautiful feelings of oneness. I read your poem about when Megan was gone 1 month and have felt/done the exact same thing so many nights. Now both of mine are out of the house. I'm starting to get use to it, but it is so hard to cut those apron strings.
Thank you for this blog and your insights.
Kathy McKinney Friedman
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