This is beautiful! My wrestle to keep my hope for my own hurting son and not lose it like the setting sun every night keeps my heart soft and clear from the plague like build-up of cynicism and resentment. But the wrestle, though holy, takes vigilance and determination and resolution, and that is who I have become!
Thank you for this clarity, poetically written.
On Dec 6, 2022 Norma Bourland wrote :