Reflection of Providence

I wrote this short poem over 10 years ago after the sudden loss of a dear friend! I was struggling with what to say that would bring comfort. I realized nothing would. So I wrote to help me process the loss for myself and those that were closest to him. If I could I would walk in front of you with the lantern of hope to guide the way and lead you to a place just over the hill where the trees of peace and comfort grow, and say here they are ripe and ready to be picked take as much as you need… …walk along the streams of joy and drink the cool water of assurance…laughter and happiness are there! If I could I would walk behind you, picking up the shattered pieces of your heart and with the thread of love stitch it back together with such care that you would barely notice a piece missing. If I could I would walk beside you…my left hand holding yours, my right hand stretched toward Heaven so you could see him there and whisper I love you! I would say I'm sorry, but those words woul

“Fairytales were not my escape from reality as a child; rather, they were my reality – for mine was a world in which good & evil were not abstract concepts, & like fairytale heroines, no magic would save me unless I had the wit & heart & courage to use widely.” -       Terri Windling As a little girl I wholeheartedly believed in the tangible reality of fairytales. A somewhat strange and intrinsically unique child, I would weave and spin my own tapestry of imaginings so real I believed in their existence with absolute confidence. As soon as I was able to string letters to words, words to sentences, sentences to paragraphs these tales were stamped with ink on parchment. A Christmas Story was crafted each season and delivered with a tiny thrill. I reveled in the stir of emotions derived from transposing ideas on paper. I have never quite gotten over my formative walks among imaginary worlds. As I grew these tales took on deeper shades and vibrant colors. I read