By A Thread

Dear Hearts,

By a thread. That’s how I am hanging on. My finger nails have a tenuous grip on the cliff face. By a thread.

I won’t be on the street or “want.”

I am so Blessed by God in so many ways.

But, I’ve not yet hit bottom. Blessings or not--the worst is yet to come.

Knowing people care and love—(why I do not know)—makes it harder…harder to go away.

So I hang onto the thread. I cry. I pray. I wail. 

GOD. MOTHER MARY. SAINT JUDE. JED...

Aunt Faerie—thank you with all my being. Thank you.

Smoke ‘em if ya’ got ‘em. God Bless

In the name of The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; Mother Mary, Saint Brigid; Saint Jude; Saint Therese Lisieux; Saint Peter; Archangel Michael, and my Guardian Angel, Jed.