I glance around the dinner table. Illuminated by the soft glow of candles are the faces of my family. Through thick and thin, this blood runs forever deep. Each pair of eyes see through a window of pain, loss and betrayal. Each spirit forced to carry burdens much to heavy to bear alone. Yet here we sit. Smiles on our faces, laughter in our hearts. If this isn't hope then I don't know what is.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 12:21 AM UTC
I glance around the dinner table. Illuminated by the soft glow of candles are the faces of my family. Through thick and thin, this blood runs forever deep. Each pair of eyes see through a window of pain, loss and betrayal. Each spirit forced to carry burdens much to heavy to bear alone. Yet here we sit. Smiles on our faces, laughter in our hearts. If this isn't hope then I don't know what is.
