Tuesday, September 11, 2012


The crumbs never seem to disappear. The realness of it all .. all over the house. We're together them and I and I see so much more.

Today he's decided to write a lullaby on his piano and I can't help but weep. The shells officially cracked and the pureness seeps out. He can lay it all down and have it all out right there at those keys. I feel his spirit, its gentleness it climbs right out of his heart and crawls down his arms to flow through those rounded fingers.

Enough to slay me, these three are. Thanks be to the Father.

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