February 11, 2009
Turn, rather, to these teachings, my very dear friend: take up your cross and follow the Lord. For, when I noticed that you were being slowed down in your divine purpose by your preoccupation with domestic cares, I felt that you were being carried and dragged by your cross rather than that you were carrying [...]
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January 31, 2009
Struck with grief you were, though only four, The day your mother cut her mermaid hair And stood, a stranger, smiling at the door. They frowned, tsk-tsked your willful, cruel despair, When you slunk beneath the long piano strings And sobbed until your lungs hiccupped for air, Unbribable with curses, cake, playthings. You mourned a [...]
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