through the valley of the shadow
and death came anyway
(not to you,
for you did.not.die)
and there is breath in you
to greet the day.
when you survive the
shredding of your soul
to its core
and the disappearance of
dreams,
all other challenges--
man made, God-breathed--
like snow--
can only provide
another opportunity
to see which way
you will be strong
this time.
~~~
this is a re post from last year, a few lines to give voice to the loss my daughter and son-in-law experienced in January. Perhaps you're experiencing a loss, too. I pray these words will speak to you.
