
Thorns
I whisper your name.
Are you still within reach?
I close my eyes and see you –
With a knowing smile on your lips.
You’ve found the scars-
carved by my own thorns.
You counted each one
on this woeful Rose, and you said,
Let the pain make you strong.
When I feel myself wilt,
I repeat your words.
Through sludge and silt,
I stand tall in the storm.
Today via video, I’m sharing Blue Ushanka Santa, created from wood by Charles Payne. Thank you Crow Man! 💙