When my Daddy left this world four years ago, he left a permanent scar on my heart, but I will not allow his absence on this Earth rob me of his everlasting presence in my life. Daddy’s spirit is with me every day; his love and guidance and kindness remain in each of us who still love and miss him.
Today, my brother, nephew, and I ate lunch at Ferrell’s, Daddy’s favorite, and then we played and visited for three hours at Linton beach. We ended the day at Daddy’s tree, the pine tree we planted three years ago when we buried his ashes on his land. It was a good day, and I think we’ve started a new tradition of honoring our Dad by being together and celebrating his presence, his spirit, which lives in each of us, especially in the heart of a three-year-old. I thank God each day for helping me through this journey of grief so that the weight of it does not suffocate me but pushes me to grow in His love.
As I sit at my kitchen table this morning, I become lost in snowflakes and the beautiful, bright cardinals making their way to the bird feeder on the deck. The setting befalls peace, and this time of year especially, we all need an extra helping of peace.
As we celebrate Christ’s birthday and welcome another new year, my prayer for myself, my family, my friends and all those I’ve yet to meet is that in the hustle and bustle of each day, we will keep peace in our hearts.
I pray we will put on love each day before leaving the warmth of our homes, remembering that not everyone wakes in a home.
I pray we will offer kindness before cattiness, that we will think before we speak or tweet or post.
I pray we will open our hearts to forgiveness and welcome its power of transformative healing.
I pray we will embrace joy every chance it is offered and that we will seek it and share it like our lives depend on it.
I pray for a shower of wisdom and guidance for each us and that we will know the path we are to take.
I pray we will understand and embrace the concepts of grace and obedience and choose to apply both our daily walks.
I pray we will each remember that within each us is the power to impact lives, for better or for worse, and I pray we choose “for better.”
Merry CHRISTmas and Happy New Year to each and every one of you. May we all choose the peace that passeth all understanding instead of the chaos of this world. For within us is Light, if we will only choose it. God Bless.
by Angela St.Clair
exhaustion envelops inspiration
wheezing interrupts prophetic, comforting lyrics of vinyl
stale air saturated with Pain hangs in the room
foreshadowing the end of choice
loss and brokenness fight to choke anger and confusion
just as gratitude invades and a longing for peace promises to conquer
by Angela St.Clair
the dirt road
lost in towering trees
Cobwebs and dust decorate
displaying the intricate art
of the mansion from a dream
Birds talk. Leaves whistle.
as the music distracts
Musty dampness lingers
while the day’s sweat ignites comfort
the anxiety-laden longing
only sadness knows
but JOY conquers