morning broke./ creeping angelically/ falling/ over the fields/ like the hoar frost? i attempt to fix/ in my mind/ silences/ that seem to/ elude me/ the fields/ and singing how Great Thou Art/ my voice a choir/ my voice a choir/ my lone voice a choir/ my song will no longer/ fill my room/ or the space between the/ toppling atoms/ another atom/ and another/ and another and I too am atom./*************************** All posts written by Jodie Boyer Hatlem
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Last Night
Last night, in a space of about 30 minutes, I went from trying to convince someone with a legion of problems including: addiction, physical disability, abandonment, loss, and a violent past, that their life is not meaningless-- to feeling that I was a wretched failure because of a few academic setbacks. Why can't I seem to accept that there is grace, too, for me?
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I don't know what the answer to this question is, but I hear you. It always seems so much harder to forgive myself than anyone else...
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