The new year stretches out beyond me
unknown
waiting
beckoning
These last few years, Hope has been stripped away
sacrificed on a war-torn beach
like an abandoned shell
bashed, bruised, battered and broken
Scattered and dizzied
tumbling back to the open sea
back
forth
in
out
pushed
pulled
trying desperately to hold onto shore
But
Maybe Hope was never meant for shore
Maybe Hope is the letting go of all things familiar to embrace the unknown
to sacrifice everything
and hold on to nothing except His voice beyond the breakers
Maybe Hope lives in the open sea
sailing toward forever.
In Plainjane View 
Praying for you, dear Jane, with all my heart and strength.
Thank you, Andrew… right back at you.
We continue to pray for you and yours, sis. I love you.
I love your writing so much sis, so open, down to earth, so eye opening and embracing the true meaning of struggles and this life we life with Christ as our help and reason to go on each day!
Thank you. I love you, Terry!