It's a Dangerous Business

The night begins to impair my way.
I clutch the walls,
hold my balance within the dark.
"Have courage."
My gaze upon my feet,
heel touches heel.
I dare not glance aside. 

Beneath
gravel gives way like sand,
falls wayside with each step.
I keep my head straight
but my eyes wander.
"Do not be afraid."

The walls dissipate.
My hands give way.
I am lost.
"Come."
With each step I fall
I close my eyes.

Day begins to delay my fall.
"You of little faith".
I clutch the hand,
the hand that holds me in the bright.
Light peels my eyes open.
I dare not glance aside.
"why did you doubt?"

The Journey

   

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

52 Weeks. 52 Photos.

When I was young, I loved visiting Nana and PawPaw at Horseshoe Lake, Arkansas. After they died, I never wanted to visit the lake. The canal was barren. Their old mobile-home-turned-permanent smelled like dust. It seemed like we only went there to clean and to fix something. It was nothing without Nana and PawPaw, I thought. But over the past 5 years or so, my family has put a lot of effort into making the lake house a place to relax, to enjoy, to remember. I have grown far less bitter. Rather than a place of mourning or sadness it has become a place of sweet memory. Old memories with old family. Our family has grown since the days of my great grandparents. It is time to make new memories with new family.

A Picture Post

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