The small bird was close to our window: her voice rose high and clear in the light mist shrouding the garden. She was celebrating life and the dawn of a new day, she was saying hope is alive, and look at me: I am small, but I am here, for God is great and I … Continue reading Dawn

#VisDare 77: Precocious #WritersWednesday

I see your little family, slowly following the narrow track on your journey,And I admire you, your beautiful silhouette, the narrow shoulders, and baby Lama in her cot.This is a long route, but you are safe, for, secretly, the mountains are protecting you.Here, behind the clouds, there is no shelling, no bombs, no beating:You have left … Continue reading #VisDare 77: Precocious #WritersWednesday