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

1 comment:

Samantha Page said...

it is so hard to be open to other's pain, to not just block it and ignore. It is a beautiful thing that you allow yourself to feel it for them. it is so hard. love to you and love to them. you are bringing your pieces back and it hurts. good work jenni, thank you for reminding me to do so too.