Thank you for stopping by! I will not be posting this week (Feb 17-21, 2020).
Into a great big world
We face another day
Clouds may hide the sun
But we still see the way
Through eyes look for good
Letting go of what is wrong
So, celebrate this day of life
And sing a hopeful song
Well, it looks like my flight travel today will be a travel day from Hell!!! Please pray for safety and strength for all facing this day of travel through the Midwest U.S.
I should have listened but, I was tired and didn’t want to get up again. The cries in the night are not unusual for an active-minded child. Well, that’s what the psychologist told us. “Go back to sleep, honey!” my wife said to me at 2:02 a.m. Yeah, 2:02 will forever haunt me.
You see our six-year old daughter was a sleepwalker, night talker and screamer. Often, I would wake up to a small figure cuddling close to me in the wee hours of the morning. I’d typically throw an arm around the child and go back to sleep. On this night, however, she only screamed, and my wife and I decided to give it a few minutes before I got up to go comfort her. She always slept through her nightmares, and she never remembered them the next morning.
This one time… Oh God! This one time I let here scream more than usual, and even the abruptness of her stopping should have warned me something was different. It wasn’t until the next morning when I went to her room to wake her that reality hit me. My sweet daughter was gone, and I knew in an instant I would never see her again.
I was still crumpled on the floor crying when my wife came to check on us and see what the hold up was. Upon seeing what I saw – she too crumpled. After a time, we managed to get up and discuss where we had gone wrong.
The old stone-carved idol we had found on our vacation to the Grand Canyon lay where our daughter should have been lying in sweet slumber. The old figurine that once occupied its countenance had changed to that of a young girl. I guess the old Native American man wasn’t joking with us after all.
That this time
Will never end
Count the minutes
Count the hours
For when it’s over
Yeah, when it’s done
We’ll look back
At all our fun
And talk about it
Down the road
Let’s just unload
To the brokenhearted
No words can heal
Time will nurture their wounds
This is an honest and well-prepared review of my book, Poetry of Faith. I have taken note of several key points mentioned and will keep them in mind moving forward to my next book. Thank you, H.R.R. Gorman (https://😉hrrgorman.wordpress.com), for this insightful, kind and excellent critique! Kev
Kevin’s blog is a wonderful place to just chill out and bask in an ever-changing feed of poetry, pictures, and little stories.
What Words May Come
Author: Kevin D. Parish
Kevin Parish runs a great blog/website where he talked about this book and its imminent publication last year. His announcement included notice that the first copy went to his mom which, due to my own sensibilities, was a big deal to me. So, after effusive feelings and impulse decisions (not that I wouldn’t have bought it otherwise), I’m looking forward to this collection!
One of the best parts about this book was that it was thematically on-point and stayed focused the entire time. Though Parish explored many facets of personal faith – from doubt and sacrifice to joy and friendship – the poetry did remain on the topic of a Christian faith journey…
View original post 578 more words