field of dreams

“On one of our early morning wanders, Cream discovered a rusty sword from the battle. Her empathy and sorrow—
even though the sword didn’t belong to her father’s army—surprised me and made me proud. We focused on the beauty of the wildflowers she was gathering for breakfast.”

“And I will pour upon the house of David, and upon the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the spirit of grace and of supplications: and they shall look upon me whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn for him, as one mourneth for his only son, and shall be in bitterness for him, as one that is in bitterness for his firstborn.”
Zechariah 12:10 KJV

Note to reader: I originally drew this cartoon in the typical style of this blog (published below). After browsing through a garden magazine, I redrew the cartoon, adding more color, and using less opacity for a temporary feel. In experiencing loss, I tend to view the point of loss as black. In the walk towards healing, I slowly embrace the colors of life. I can imagine this is a bit what Cream experienced in the field as she discovered the memory of the battle amidst the vibrant flowers.

beauty and sorrow

Beauty and sorrow.