Fading upon blushed flesh,
its rivulets a frame
sketched for the captive soul.
Gaze glimmering, hope dissolving,
an echo to the void of twilight’s end.
She longs to be released.
A breath divine.
An oasis to a threadbare wish
into frosted air.
Embraced by light,
she follows the seraph’s call
and is freed.
• Quillacollo, Bolivia •
…because sometimes, even during a storm,
somehow we still know that everything is going to be just fine.
• Vinto, Bolivia •
After tea—and before little Esterita’s nap—she and Puppydoc would often enjoy a story together.
And for a second, they would forget their troubles…big and small…and just touch the stars…
Though through tears we may grieve,
with regrets we may mourn,
until the day dawns
and the shadows flee away,
Your grace will always be sufficient.