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...