WHEN IT’S TEN THANKSGIVINGS LATER …
… and I still see the gold smoldering quietly in the embers, as far as my gaze to and fro, shining steadfast like a beacon to The Brighter Side Of Grey that led me to this Light … especially when I look in the mirror.
Although the King may no longer reign beside me here on Earth and my sister has moved miles away, I still have my fire babies … and so many beautiful strangers … and I’m still so very thankful for these still so applicable words from ten Thanksgivings ago:
These lonely hours like a fire refining something that’s precious – something that’s shining. There in the darkness, surrounded by coals … it’s starting to glow.