The Stagnant Pond

All is still. Cars scurry by on nearby 13th street, rushing off to their various destinations. Sitting here at the park I hear the distant laughter of children playing A basketball bounces off the cement court; the clang as it hits the backboard echoes across the grass to where I walk A Cessna drones, farContinue reading “The Stagnant Pond”

Secure in His Arms

Tonight I am wide awake.  My body is relaxed, my eyes are closed, and my breathing is deep and even.  But my mind is wide awake and running, running, running.  I am snuggled up against my husband, the back of my head and my neck resting on his arm. The tensions of the day storedContinue reading “Secure in His Arms”

A Child’s Walk with His Father

“Let’s go,” the father called to his four-year-old son. Jimmy scampered over and reached his hand up for his dad’s firm grasp.  Eagerly he tugged on the strong arm, “Let’s go, let’s go,” he sang. Small hand wrapped firmly in the larger hand, out the door they walked, down the sidewalk.  Jimmy hopped, skipped andContinue reading “A Child’s Walk with His Father”

Detour Ahead

Detour Ahead It happens when we least expect it. We’re traveling down the highway, making great time, knowing we’ll reach our destination on time. And then, out of nowhere, we see it: the bright orange sign. It has two simple words printed on it, “Detour ahead.” Before we know it, we’re off the highway, travelingContinue reading “Detour Ahead”