Hope, Faith and Love...

She layers death upon us all
Her icy tears lay where they fall
And quietly we slide to sleep
Our death, our life she takes inside her keep.


Shortened days and longer nights
Our souls stay strong, ready to fight
Our shells withstand the terrible cold
Our faith awaits the new day to take hold.


With warmth from the one who travels from east to west
We hope to rise from our deep rest
Our fate decided by one not meek
Our mother’s love we shall but seek.

Sunday Scribblings - Faith

"You must believe, Je'anna Marie." The Zafting Fulgurate ran a gentle finger down along the tracks of Je'anna's tears.


"I'm trying," she sniffed. "But it gets harder each time you leave."

The helicopter blades whipped overhead sending her hair into a frenzied dance around them both.

"I know it does, but I'm careful and I'm tough. I will return to you, just as I have before."

"But what if you don't, Mama? What if you don't come home?"

"If I don't come back Je' then the powers will move on to you and your Granny Loo will train you further in their use. But have faith in my love. Know that I will do everything in my power to come back to you."