Apparition. . .

It is not necessarily easy to trust
when our role models of the past lacked love and compassion.

Sometimes we cannot see beyond the shroud we perceived, but
in time we are given the ability to choose between – FEAR AND TRUST!

I fashioned as a child an image of a body covered
with a shroud
No ears to hear – no eyes to see – no mouth to
speak
The robe he wore was old and torn with rips and
tears
And if you could see his hair it was long and
untidy
He shuffled with his feet whispering
defeat
He appeared at night in dreams causing
duress
That only a child can dream receiving little
rest
As I grew up this visitor of the past came less
often
As time filtered through my mind this was
just
an – Apparition of something less divine!