I stroke his face, look into his eyes, and his eyes are no longer dancing. His eyes show fear, dread, and uncertainty. Or perhaps that is my own reflection I see mirrored back at me when I try to look deeply into his soul. God keep us in the shelter of your mighty wing. I am fearful and feel as vulnerable as a small child. Cradle us lovingly in Your tender arms of mercy Father.
[This message has been edited by cg2forrest (edited 09-17-2006).]