Her Love

My heart was healed today. Once again discovering unending love, my soul was reassured of its life. A mother's love, locked tightly in a fairy tale treasure chest, was rejoined with my being. This safe box did not hide her love; rather it preserved it to the fullest, extending it past unfathomable circumstances. Though periods of despair ensued, prevailing love conquered all, gleaming beyond the drudgery of life. My mother is indeed an anchor of love, and my affection for her remains undiminished. Would that I might show such compassion amidst life’s uncertainties, that I might rejoice for the healing in my house.

Candle On the Water

Life, sometimes, is likened to a dimly lit lantern, hanging by a rusty handle from the bow of a ship, creaking and cranking in the wind above the bustling seas below. Peering through foggy stained glass, one knows that a flame exists within, though inclement weather bars clarity. Piercing through the darkness, this light reminds us we are indeed alive, although the details of our journey can become quite blurred. Alas, this thin thread of comfort, our dangling lantern, rattles the notion that we yet breathe, steadily taking in life while facing even the deadliest of rows.

Then, when finally we find peace in our vitality, we glimpse a beacon in the distance, not dissimilar from our own. This candle on the water fills us with intoxicating joy in knowing that we are not alone. Our odyssey is our own yet the paths are many, flush with kindred wanderers seeking unknown destinations. Meaningful opportunity, then, is bestowed upon us when we encounter one whose glimmer of hope has gone out. Rekindling the fire upon his torch, we embolden him to resume his adventure with vigor, imparting courage drawn from the fellowship of many travelers to pursue the unending course. Life itself.