Sunday, February 24, 2019

Hope, Be Still

She is.  Forever my girly girl, my fluffy...


Be still and know that I'm with you
Be still and know that I am here
Be still and know that I'm with you
Be still, be still, and know




When darkness comes upon you
And colors you with fear and shame
Be still and know that I'm with you
And I will say your name
If terror falls upon your bed
And sleep no longer comes
Remember all the words I said
Be still, be still, and know


And when you go through the valley
And the shadow comes down from the hill

If morning never comes to be
Be still, be still, be still





Hope came to my son and I in the middle of 2005 after an abusive relationship ended (I'd found him with my son's throat entangled in his hands; 10 minutes later, he was escorted out of my home by police)

Hope.  She ... nope, still have no words for what she meant to us for her name, said it all.

Girly girl, our hearts are still broken in shattered bits and pieces, flung across the universe.  Until we meet again...

Croix's Story of Our Times - Hope
July 2005 - January 2019

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