Shadows, finer than webs, fall,
entangle, dazzle me.
They pull me in an embrace
and we glide with perfect grace . . .
beneath a blue moon.
Shadows dare not take your place
though I'm dancing . . . still romancing.
Oh, how they whisper--softly--
offer me infinity
beneath a half-moon.
Shadows, imaginative,
dangle the threads of mem'ries
to comfort . . . if I'll allow.
Why do I still need them now
beneath a full moon?
Shadows, fading, disappear . . .
mourning has begun to clear.
You're in my head, in my heart
always. We are loved--but apart
. . . till the next blue moon.
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
Sherlyn Powell opens up about her love and devotion to her family and the overwhelming repercussion when communication breaks down. Heartbroken and distraught she learns to release her prayer and realize with faith God would reunite her family.
On February 20, 2003, pyrotechnics at a rock club in West Warwick, RI set off a devastating fire that roared through the crowded club, killing 100 people and injuring hundreds more. Gina Russo was one of the survivors, and she retells her harrowing e