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! 💙