momatalks: Submission: Sunday Post: Remember We lay sleepless in our rooms in the dark hours and thi
momatalks: Submission: Sunday Post: Remember We lay sleepless in our rooms in the dark hours and think our dark thoughts. The world becomes an abstraction. You must remember that in the day you walked through the fields. You felt the breeze gently stir and stopped to watch the light fall through the trees. This is all we have against the darkness. You can always return. The field is still there and the wind still blows. And I am waiting. Words and Image, Reverend Bobby Anger -- source link