Broken Bridges

Broken Bridges

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I feel the darkness.

I struggle and scream.

I fill the air with soundless sound.

I wonder what might have been.

Change is inevitable.

But will the broken bridges mend?

I believe in miracles.

But can shattered glass be repaired?

Can that brokenness become beauty?

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A mosaic of impossible possibilities.

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"...You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands." The Bible, Isaiah 55:12

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Well, I'm counting on that.

Fractured

Sissy and I went for a long walk in the deserted mega church across from where she lives. With our cameras in hand, there were some, er, unusual photo opportunities. Vandals have broken nearly every window, savaged every wall, kicked their way through every barrier. It is a shame.
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The whole thing left me feeling . . . fractured. Heh.
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Daddy Update: Dad is getting stronger every day. To offset the effects of the heat wave, we have moved Dad and Mom to our home. We have a small air conditioner in the living room which we are using to keep Dad cool. It is supposed to be 103 today, which is dangerous for a person of Dad's age, especially with his severe injuries. Next week I will be driving dad to an appointment with the plastic surgeon. It looks like he'll need some grafts done to cover part of the open area of the wound.
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Thank you again for all your good thoughts and prayers. THANK YOU!!! Please keep praying for Dad's continued healing.