Archive for April, 2012

Aashir Rais…..

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , , on April 22, 2012 by rodzink

 

Words…. would simply be an obstacle here…. I can’t express how much I love this little boy….

 

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Predawn….

Posted in Where Angels Perch on April 16, 2012 by rodzink

It’s early…. and I’ve been up long enough to have difficulty discerning whether it is morning… or still night… But, on occasion, I sit….unable to sleep…unwilling to rise.  Simply caught somewhere in betwixt movement….desire.  Often, I wonder if God simply stirred me… so I would listen…. or, perhaps, seek Him out. 

To my side… this beautiful soul sleeps soundly….  her life… her decisions… goodness… kindness….faith…. whatever lives within…and without…. I’ve yet to discover… Yet, it beckons my lifelong journey to continue… deeper… searching….meaning… purpose…..

My three little ones…. perhaps…. perhaps….they’ll find… they’ll be seekers… wanderers in this barren land….Abrahamic… and somewhere… they’ll unearth treasures…. truth….

 

Nursery Rhymes….

Posted in Where Angels Perch on April 1, 2012 by rodzink

Many, many days have passed… since I’ve heard a nursery rhyme… cute little songs… stories…. of beautiful days… stories of fun…happiness…. of childrens’ laughter… And then, suddenly, my home is filled with these stories again… I’ve realized, however, that my home has always been filled with them… I look at my older kids…my teenager… my little girl… and am reminded that they are “still” my babies…. they always will be.  I still visit them at bed-time, simply to hug them at the day’s end… tell them each that I love them…. that I think of them all day.

Now, we’ve all been blessed with yet another reason to rejoice… our little Aashir Rais… the cries for attention… the smiles he gives us each… the little hands grabbing at everything…. I love watching Baker and Belle simply love him… always eager to hold him… carry him… play with him…

And then…most importantly… there’s Faranah…. I could have never dreamed up… my own story… the place I’ve found myself… where we’ve all landed, like Jack tumbling down the hill… I think Jill shoved him… just so  she could prove she was the only one there…nearby…with extended hand….I, too, have tumbled and landed where I was always meant to be.  The smiles on these little faces confirms it for me…

We are in capable hands….the hands…and hearts…. of each other… No matter how far down  the steep hill… we’ll not land in a strange place….