My name is Mary. Though many of you may not know me now, I was once one of the most active, involved, and prolific contributors to ApricotPie, and many of you who have been here for a long while no doubt remember me.
I joined ApricotPie in 2008. Shortly after joining, I began posting a chapters of a serial historical fiction called The Shadowfields. It was written offhandedly, perhaps even flippantly, purely for the fun of writing it, while my focus and concentration were dedicated to my more serious current project at the time.

four arrows
pointing to
the direction of grace
the way of truth

as a compass

black lines
spinning
the letters smeared
it fills with your tears

you are

becoming lost
becoming rash
losing purity
living your past

look to

Him who saves
with black around
the sky
He conquered your lies

glorious

from east to west
He covered
you and your mess
for you He suffered

undone

your failure

I have two ears to hear you
If you need to talk

I have two feet to stand on
If you need a friend to walk

I have two eyes to see you
And the beauty you deny

I have two hands to pull you
From the places where you hide

I have one mouth, unopened
That never needs to speak

I have two arms to hold you
Whenever you feel weak

I have one heart to open
If you need to share

I have one love to tell you
I will always be right there