Friday, March 29, 2013

And then.

Holy week. 

The week of the triumphant entry, the breaking of bread,  the betrayal, the death, the silence.

And then. 

The hope

The hope of all things being made new. 

I weep as I type the words. 

All things

I am filled to the brim and overflowing with hope.

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Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Leash Parents

I owe you an apology.

Yes, you with the child on a leash.

I'm sorry I have judged you harshly. I did so in ignorance, and I'm ashamed.

Do you see this guy? Isn't he adorable?

He runs. Fast.

His silent, stealthy feet carry his tiny self away before I can blink.

I'm afraid I might lose him. He's hard to find in a crowd. 

So, you. You with the child on a leash.  Teach me your ways.

I want to be one of you. 

Where can I find a contraption to keep August tethered to my side? Preferably one that doesn't make him look like my puppy.