Sleep My Child
When I first seriously thought of guardian angles I was about 16. I figured my maternal grandmother was around, protecting me. I was only 5 when she passed away. I hardly remember her. I know her from photographs, the many paintings that she created and from a vague understanding of how difficult her life must have been.
More recently I have remembered a woman I knew in Boston. She was such a force who shared her faith through song. We visited with a friend about 4 months ago who had her sing in the church where he was the organist. We had all witnessed the strength of her voice in our own Sunday meetings. He told us about the reaction of those in attendance at this other church and the spirit she brought to those meetings. Once, while driving to a choir rehearsal I thought of her, remembered her voice, her strength and her love.
Please visit Paige Cagle | Deep South Photographer to see her fine art image from this month.
