“My dove is hiding behind some rocks, behind an outcrop of the cliff. Call to me and let me hear your lovely voice and see your handsome face.” Song of Solomon 2:14 I wonder whether there are times, spiritually speaking, when the Bridegroom hides. My mother’s recent comment on my post “Embracing Emptiness,” reminded me of …
Hopelessness
Will you still believe when the darkness descends and the enemies of your soul babble in your brain? Will you hold fast when despair circles overhead like a raven in search of treasures to steal? Hopelessness grates upon serenity until all that remains is depression. Yet, this dark place is where faith stretches—when you trust …
Lady of the Night
“Mom,” my daughter says as she nestles next to me, as if a chick under the mother hen’s wing. She couldn’t possibly get any closer. “I wrote a new poem. Read it.” Elya drove an hour on a Sunday afternoon to draw strength from being around family. She hands me her phone and I read …
JoDee Luna Art 