Hope

Hope to the desolate,
Comfort to those who mourn,
Presence to the lonely, the desparing.

This new day,
Let us be your hands,
Your words,
Your heart,
To all we meet.

We are yours.

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

A Possum Tail in Three Parts

A Haiku Story by Jack Part 1: Pre-Dawn Racket Fresh in the pre-dawn A Varmint in our backyard We wake the neighbors Part 2: Afternoon Raid Quiet afternoon Possum cornered: bark, bark, bark Mom’s Varmint rescue Part 3: The End of the Tail Pest control men here We are shut up in the house They […]

A Public Service Announcement

Jack and Arya are working hard at their seasonal job at Camp Tracy’s. They said to tell you that they’ll be back soon. In the meantime, may all your treats be yummy! The Management

Dear Diary, Love, Mom

Dear Diary, I might be getting to old for these neighborhood patrol duties. The other day, I had to rescue the dadgum possum in the back yard – again. This was the second possum rescue in two months. (At least this one was in the afternoon and not at 5:30 a.m.) I was alerted by […]

%d bloggers like this:

Share this:

Like this:

Related

Leave a Reply Cancel reply