Dark Glass Ponderings

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. -1 Corinthians 13:12

As I sit here, I feel your soft words flow through my veins...

Bleeding for paper...

My children's scrapes and cuts washed clean, bandaged...
Stained popsicle mouths...

Beyond the popsicles...I have brokenness and prayers...
Hands only can speak what words leave empty...

Pages I could fill with sentiment
Only this offering can I give to you, this communion of peanut butter sandwiches

My heart shattering shards of crimson glass inside your body
My feet moving to endless soldier drums


But needing to breathe your words as each cleansing breath washes me
I exhale his word into your mouth
but only He brings the breath


That's just beautiful.

Emily and T. Anne,
Thank you so much. I'm having trouble writing reviews this week, but writing poetry has always been healing for me.

That's awesome! I didn't realize the first time I read this that you wrote it.
It is beautiful! :)

Thanks so much, Bluerose.

This is very lovely and heartfelt~ I think most mothers will know just how you feel!~

Julia M. Reffner

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Christ-loving bookworm & homeschool mom of 2 stealing the rare quiet moments to pursue that all elusive writing dream. I also write book reviews for Title Trakk and The Historical Novel Society.


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