Winter Wonder

Winter brings intricate crystals tumbling quietly in a showery white veil toward the ground, speckling my hair.

A vivid, glistening tree stands like an imposing, beautiful green tower in the den that is situated in front of the picture window for neighbors to enjoy. The fresh minty scent of the ornate tree wafts through the air.

A cozy fire in the hearth, embraces me in its warmth and light.

Childhood memories encapsulate me like a caterpillar in its cocoon.

Bursting with excitement, I hold onto my sled and glide speedily down powdery hills. The whoosh of the crisp, tingly winter air brushes my face, and I feel a sense of complete freedom.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I sip a mug of hot, steamy chocolate, with tiny marshmallows floating on top, sometimes burning the roof of my mouth.

Outside, thin naked trees are lined up like matchsticks. Their bony branches hold empty nests, disheveled and lonely. The feathered fowls have flown south.

Jagged walls of icicles hang from the eaves, barring my view through the window, a reminder of the bitter cold tidings of the elongated winter.

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Guest Post: Past Dawned Upon

A profound, brilliant, moving, amazing poem my son wrote last week:

Past Dawned Upon

Trekking onward,

Over hills,

Through valleys.

The sun sets,

The shadows creep,

Danger comes upon me.

***

I’ve been through here,

Once before.

Long ago.

Fear grips at me,

As I see a familiar face.

It laughs at me,

As I walk nervously.

***

I feel abandoned,

The lantern is out,

The darkness surrounds me.

I have to get out.

I can’t stay here.

They are coming again,

For revenge.

***

Can no one save me,

From this hole?

Am I doomed to repeat,

A past fate?

***

A single thread,

Is holding holding me together,

Should it snap,

What will become of me?

***

I moan within,

Nowhere to flee.

They’re everywhere,

Sucking away my sanity,

Sucking away my life.

***

Oh Light, where art Thou?!

Why have you left me?

***

This is the Trial of my Soul,

I want to reach out for help,

But I fear of dragging them down with me.

Must I fight this alone?

***

Where is myself?

I cannot afford to revert.

Anger grips at me,

Hatred,

Hopelessness,

Loneliness.

It has returned with vengeance.

***

Have I called this upon myself?

Am I a filthy man?

Surely this is not my final hour.

I shall not return to that cage…

***

Oh Light,

I cry to Thee,

And Thou hasn’t heard me!

Have I wronged Thee so?

Am I deserving of such demonic beatings?

***

I know that I am sinful,

The worst of all,

But do not abandon me!

Without You, I am nothing.

I will return to the dust.

***

I cry invisible tears,

I wear a mask.

People think I’ve got it together,

But the Temple is crumbling.

I can’t keep it up,

The beasts are forcing their way in.

Oh Light,

Where art Thou?!

***

I am failing,

I am scared,

Is it my fate to return,

To the old me?

Why have they returned to taunt me?

***

Shall I become an empty shell again?

Shall they steal my soul?

Gnaw upon it and feast?

Oh Light,

Hear my final desperate cry!

For I am at my human limit!

***

Do not let me fall back into the black sludge,

From a Past Once Dawned Upon!

Save me!

For within I weep.

If Thou shall not save me,

Who will?

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What She Didn’t Know – Most Likely the Next Published Novel

My longest novel, What She Didn’t Know, that I started writing in January 2018 and finished in July 2019, will most likely be the next book I publish.

I’ve been told, and I also believe, it may be my “breakout” novel. A fellow critique writer helped me spruce up the novel’s blurb that will be on the book. It is the newest version. It may be changed just a bit in the coming months, but right now, it works. Here it is:

Nature-loving Gloria and her sisters Michaela and Seraphima grew up at the hands of an alcoholic, abusive father. At thirteen, Gloria runs away, leaving her two sisters and parents for a decade. A change in events brings her back home to her sisters in the thick of marital struggles and strained relationships. Shortly after, the family’s world is rocked, with tragedy striking and secrets lingering. Will Gloria be the linchpin to her family’s healing?

And here’s a picture of the book cover design I created that I’m wanting to use.

So, if you read Passage of Promise, and even if you haven’t, keep an eye out for this gem to be published hopefully by early next year. 🙂

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