With Love… L.A.

To write around the things I cannot speak.
To frame the house of my humanity.
To put the roof back on my soul. 

Outrage

Outrage usually comes with violent action. I feel my flailing weak word arms are limply directed at a cannibalistic giant. Meanwhile hot tears of outrage stream down my sunken cheeks. No, it surely is not enough. But word arms is all I’ve got to flail today.

I Wonder…

I wonder if anyone can hear?
If all ears are clogged with cacophony.
I wonder if anyone can see?
If all eyes are dim – all sight silenced with praise.
I wonder if anyone can speak?
If all lips are licked with lies.

Power

Be suspicious when someone of greater power assigns blame to someone of lesser power.

Beautiful Boy…

I will tell him in time, in bite-size packages about abuse, vulnerability, brokenness, and power. A powerful person himself, he must learn to wield his power well.

Dear Courageous Creatures…

I was nervous to meet you. Nervous not to be enough. I was afraid to be, to bring my body not just my soul to you. And there you were – althogther lovely and smashing.

How To Be a Pharisee in Politics

Once you can point to a wrongdoer, you become justified in doing anything you like, however dishonest, however cruel, however evil!”
– Thomas Merton