Living and dead.
Loud and silent.
Together yet parted, present but absent.
Beauty of the moment contrasted with darkness that refuses to obey the light.
How to be present in the “now” with a heart that longs for the “then”?
I never expected to have to reach across time and space and heaven to touch my child.
I hate this divided life!
Imagining the worst thing possible can’t hold a candle to knowing it by experience.
I want my living children to know how fiercely they are loved!
A lioness could not keep me from protecting them if it were possible.
But it’s not possible.
My heart holds knowledge I would gladly give up.