John Diestler

Flesh of my Flesh

A son, a son is born… long live the King!
The family goes on, stories are passed, traditions are built, a future to be made.

Then something awful happens, a break, a rendering- Trust is replaced with 
untrust, and that which could have been, doesn’t happen.

The years pass and not much has changed, no more damage, but no more pain. 
Instead of a parent reaching out to the child, the child reaches to the parent. Instant
joy, a little slower forgiveness, but reconciliation on the horizon.

We just need more time...