” Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul and sings
the tunes without the words – and never stops at all. ”
  Emily Dickinson


HOPE…following up “Safe at Last” (10/21/14)

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul- and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.”
-Emily Dickinson

My daughter Sarah was released back to the streets. You can’t fathom what this does to my whole world.
The abandoned house was demolished along with all of her worldly goods. She was trapped by a man named Tony. He beat Sarah up on a regular basis and threatened to kill her if she left. She was being held hostage. He broke two of her ribs and she developed pneumonia. My poor child has been thru hell and back and then she was being held against her will by the devil.
A week ago Sarah, Tony and a girl named Rita were walking the streets, panhandling and downing booze. Tony was drunk and in one of his moods. He and Rita crossed a busy street and waited for Sarah on the other side. He called her name and was preparing to kick her ass, when along came an RTD city bus. She happened to be at a bus stop and jumped on her only way at escape. The bus was heading from downtown Denver , all the way north to Thornton, Co.
Sarah was feeling scared, alone , lost and hopeless. Having reached the tattered end of her shortened rope she just wanted to die. It was getting cold and her with muscular dystrophy, and no jacket. She contemplated many ways to kill herself.
Drunk and depleted she lay on the ground waiting to freeze to death. The polar vortex has our temps below zero. Sarah was found by a good Samaritan and taken to North Suburban Hospital where with tears she announced she was suicidal.
The staff cared for her and placed her on suicide watch. This was seven days ago and she is still on a hold in the ER.
Sarah has since decided that now that she escaped the clutches of a lunatic she is free. Free to get the help she so desperately needs and finally wants.
Sarah is patiently waiting for a bed to become available in a residential treatment program.

This is where HOPE comes in.
Hope that she has truly reached rock bottom.
HOPE that she has the infinite power to cease poisoning herself with alcohol.
HOPE that the professionals find placement for her.
HOPE that she receives counseling and pharmaceuticals for her mental illness.
HOPE that she embraces life, rather than death.
HOPE that this mother gets her child back.

Where There is Love-Poem

“Where There Is Love”

Where there is love there is life
Regardless of strife
Where there’s desire there’s a way
Where there is sun, a hopes ray

Love’s present each day

Where there is hope there is light
Warmth lifts, renewed height
When we open our closed hearts
When we search for fresh starts

Hope will find a way

Where there’s kindness there is love
All greed, rise above
When to give we don’t dare
When walls fall, naked, bare

True kindness must stay

Where there is God there is fate
Surplus love, less hate
When His heart opened to give
Where we may love Him and live

In the Lord I pray