Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

Category: The World

  • “Lucy! Lucy, where are you?” I saunter through the hallway of my house, glancing into each room as I pass by. My converse squeak against the honeyed timber boards, their all star symbols peaking out from the inner sides of my shoes. Photos stuck to the walls smile down at me. “Lucy duck?” The light…

  • Footfalls muffled by numbing snow, Boots peeking out amidst sinking plains. Gloves held tight, Between frozen palms, Keeping heat from escaping her arms. Coat tangled up In little marching legs. Scarf wrapped tightly, Hat upon her head. Pigtails golden Against the bitter frost. “Where am I winter? I think I’m lost.”

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