Thoughts on Reading the News

At night, in all my dreams,
I fly on strong wings, clean wings,
To search the world for you.
When my babies suckled at my breast
Or clung to me as I went about my work,
And weeping, I caressed their tender skin,
I felt the touch of your hand on my own skin,
Your breath, mingled with my own,
Your lips as they brushed my cheek.

These questions haunt my heart -
Do your gentle hands await me still?
Does your soft voice call my name?
Will there be room in your heart
For the miracles that violence made?

Jaycee Lee Dugard, who was kidnapped eighteen years ago, has been found, alive. While I rejoice at her rescue, I can't help wondering what life has in store for her now - and for the children she bore while she was held captive. I wish her and her family well.

On a lighter note, I'm going to blow my own horn, so to speak. The Town Blogger Team chose my picture of a landlocked ship as one of their Photos of the Week. Cool, no?