Tuesday, April 27, 2010
It is She who held the Hand when my hands were clenched and unwilling.
It is She who guided my steps while I hid my face from the world.
It is She who said, "I know you are in pain, but look...there is a ladybug...look...clouds...look...tiny feathers...look...flowers..."
"Please...See," She whispers gently.
It is She who is sitting with the Great Friend and is not afraid to snuggle up next to Him.
A garland of backyard dandelions sits on her head and the warm sun tells her she is safe...and always has been.
Drawing - Figured drawn last night at a friend's house, coloring in the dim light while watching old episodes of 21 Jumpstreet.
This morning I cut her out and glued her to blue construction paper.