hammock

white tea steaming.

tiny mugs hot in tiny mittens.

the winter wind blows.

the colours of her mind.

my tears your tears.

i give up control jesus.

alone in this house.

my kinfolks are at the hospital.

grandpa had to be rushed in.

alone in this house.

where's jenna charlotte?

the thoughts that race through this small mind.

the dark shadows tight around her.

lighting the candles and she lets the jesus words soak in. the comfort of knowing him gives her heart a tranquility.

it's seems my life lately i am alone a lot.

which goes against the real me.

but i am learning to embrace this serenity.

at times the fear.

the bad thoughts that i know are from satan.

they try to ingulf my heart.

but they fail cause my Jesus is SO big.

& trusting makes for such beauty.

such peace.

so she turns the shadows into story books.

the bad thoughts into sunshine.

the silence into prayers and phone calls.

thankyou Jesus. for keeping the fears away.