Sorrow

'As for us, our life is like grass.
We grow and flourish like a wild flower;
then the wind blows on it, and it is gone'




Reflecting my mood at best, the snow envelops me in its cold fluffy numbing coat. And I pray for my friend who is in pain, and wish I was by her side to hold her tight and close, to give her courage, for her to rest her head on my shoulder. I cannot hold my despair at being so physically far away.

For the first time in years, I implore the powers above to guide her and her family through this loss.