- She says, "How could I have been so foolish?" I say, "The alternative was a lie. That's not love, either." She says, "Still, something is better than nothing."
- A little boy ran through our backyard yesterday, following the other little boys on their way to the woods. He was still dressed in the suit he wore to his father's funeral. Nobody told him to eat something first, to put on play clothes. No one looked for his gloves before he went out into the wintery afternoon. No one has told him he is going to be okay. He is the oldest little boy I know.
- She was afraid - of dogs, of water, of germs, of being in crowds, of being alone. But it wasn't any of those things, it was never really any of those things that scared her. Is it better now that she can name her fears?
"And how shall they comfort each other, who have come so young to grief? Who will number the grains of loss, and what would comfort be?" - Adrienne Rich
"A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows is God in his holy dwelling; he sets the lonely in families, he leads forth the prisoners with singing." Ps 66:5-6
This is what is on my mind today.
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