nobody has ever measured,
not even poets,
how much the heart can hold.
(zelda fitzgerald)
certain these clouds go somewhere, billowing out to somewhere. (t. amos)
imagine this: several days before christmas, your only daughter falls ill and lies, unresponsive, in a coma. you and your husband leave the hospital and sit down to dinner at home. as you finish mixing the salad, you look over to your husband who is suddenly slumped motionless on the table. he has suffered a [...]
truth — it’s something i’m constantly seeking.
to me, words are one of the few things that possess some absolute quality of truth. not spoken words, but written words. that probably explains why i’m such a collector of words — i have notebooks upon notebooks full of quotes, thoughts, random words that i don’t want to [...]
the god who loves you
it must be troubling for the god who loves you
to ponder how much happier you’d be today
had you been able to glimpse your many futures.
it must be painful for him to watch you on friday evenings
driving home from the office, content with your week—
three fine houses sold to deserving families—
knowing as [...]
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