by Lynette Johnson The women whispered in soft hushed tones,As she blankly stared with a heart of stone,Their kind words of comfort fell on deaf ears,The thought her brother’s dead brought her to tears. “If only you had been here”, she cried,“My brother would never have died.”It has been four days since the tomb wasContinue reading “At Rest”
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They are there. Their stories may never be heard. Their sacrifices may never be applauded. They could be a friend, spouse, parent, sibling or a stranger. They are the unseen heroes.
In a desperate search for healing, this outcast woman finds more – her identity.