God is the madwoman in the attic. I'm camped out on the threshold with my journal, camera, and plenty of snacks.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
in this heart
I've come across several news articles recently about heinous crimes committed by children upon other children. My heart tears in hot shreads. My stomach churns. I sob. Those babies. Their mothers. These are our children. My son. I rage and grieve. But what can I do? I don't know what I can do.
I'm posting this in memory of each of the victimized children and their mothers.
This is my grief for you For only the loss of you The hurting of you My love My love My love