Tag: comfort
What do you say?
When tragedy comes home to roost, taking it’s rest among what is left, chards only black as midnight, beauty gone forever below the sod, the gaping inner void it leaves behind, bleeding wounds that will never really heal; what do you say? Clichés is all that can roll out, for gentle words do little to… Read More ›
Do You Believe in Angels
A friend once messaged me to mention an encounter with an angel. The way he started his note is very telling: “Would you think your old friend crazy. . . ?” Though we agree on many things, there was a basic and curious assumption that while one of us might believe in angels, the other… Read More ›
A sweet comfort crept into my soul
Well, I will tell you how it was. In the pinch of the campaign up there (at Gettysburg) when everybody seemed panic stricken and nobody could tell what was going to happen, oppressed by the gravity of our affairs, I went to my room one day and locked the door and got down on my… Read More ›