Who am I in the darkness? when a whisper wakes me from sleep when I am nothing but a barely visible heap Who am I in the darkness? when a mockingbird chirping in the distance sings a delicate song of hope and innocence Who am I in the darkness? when I cannot hide in the …
Tag: sleep
Dreamy Visit, Surprising Gifts
My post is both a true story and a tribute to a woman who left this world too soon, but not without leaving a lasting and loving impression on me, her niece, and on countless others who adored her. Those who have been following my blog since at least July, may remember from my post, …
