“I know the plans that I have for you, declares the LORD. They are plans for peace and not disaster, plans to give you a future filled with hope.”
he lit a candle after Mass, and though i failed to explain why we were lighting it i considered it a good omen, that he chose to carry the candle, that he chose to light it himself
he is but a child-man, and knows not
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
so many things
i have spent my day trying to fill a simple piece of paper, one that will readdress a wrong
do you know those who walk among us, true innocents?
(misspent a day)
finding the strangest of road blocks, bursting into tears when civil servants would rather not serve
i have prayed to do the right thing; but sometimes we stay quiet to keep peace, what we call peace, silent strangleholds.
Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
but it is my son, a child, whose only sin is to be born with a disability
i am Athena, full-armored, i am Boadicea, i am—
walking hunchbacked, crying for a fifth time, remembering someone came to me
why are you crying?
why the hell do you think?
we Catholics are a rather Puritanical lot and see symbols everywhere
i walk past a sticker in a car’s window, something about keeping your faith in God
and i know my gaze must be desperate, i walk, holding myself in, as if about to fall apart, realizing how frail i am, as if made of ash and smoke, as if a mere gust will blow me away
a man crosses my path, God Bless you, he says, and Jesus will come soon
and i wonder if it means something, if it is a specific message for me or if those things pop out randomly out of his mouth
someone posts on facebook
a woman is not a woman who doesn’t fight