I saw in my mind’s eye the path I had just come from, snaking out of the dark gully. 

A bruised statement of fact, a simple truth of the pain from which we are emerging, the pain into which our journey had led us, for no apparent rhyme or reason, except that such is life, sometimes.

The vision of this path just travelled, offering both genuine compassion and the mere suggestion that our lives are greater than the last few twists and turns they had taken.

A tender moment of Grace.

​Why do you keep calling me? 
Reaching out with golden hue of sunlight, through magical misty fog.  I feel you are hurting me, hurting my girls. Yet I feel you calling me home.

If I go out to you, will you hurt me again?
If I connect with you, respond to your call, will you help me heal?  Take me in your golden arms, and show me the way?  Will you help revive my girls, give them strength and show them happiness and health?  Will they be chubby again?
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All that is happening here; Loss of our front yard, where I see you so much.  Our house falling apart.  Death everywhere.  My lovely girls suffering.  My sharp pain.  My boys struggling.  Ben.  Human assault from all directions, or so it feels.
Will you show me the way?
If I come out, will you?