I often wonder if I could see her out of all the windows at once.
But, turn as fast as I can, I can only see out of one at one time.
And though I always see her, she may be able to creep faster than I can turn!
I have watched her sometimes away off in the open country, creeping as fast as a cloud shadow in a high wind…
I don’t like to look out of the windows even–there are so many of those creeping women, and they creep so fast.
I wonder if they all come out of that wallpaper as I did?
- the Yellow Wallpaper/Charlotte Perkins Gilman
In the turmoil…that is when faith works best-RandomwordbyRuth
My faith demands – this is not optional – my faith demands that I do whatever I can, wherever I can, whenever I can, for as long as I can with whatever I have to try to make a difference…
America did not invent human rights. In a very real sense… human rights invented America.
I envision her.
I think of us.
I relinquish my trust.
bouts of tears and turmoil.
In the midst of
incidents of glad-tidings, glad-rags and grand gestures.
I find myself muddled in the mire.
A lost child bewildered in the wilderness.
My steps heavy, lacking desire.
I have slipped into the shade of doubt.
Words are empty acts of kindness.
The inside…left out.
It is only then…when the hunger for mercy cries for, ‘help.’
Only deep in the depth of pity…are the shades lifted.
And, the glow of your being comes into view.
With darkness of mind…
When the sky falls.
I heed your call.
‘I love you’…cautions all.