My Mother's Life Was Way Too Heavy

So I Taught Sunday School And Brought Dishes To All Manner Of Potlucks And Tried To Adjust The Things I Heard From The Pulpit To My Increasingly Incongruent Faith.

The Redness Had Seeped From The Day And Night Was Arranging Herself Around Us. Cooling Things Down, Staining And Dyeing The Evening Purple And Blue Black.

Into Every Life A Little Rain Must Fall.

We Must Err , Do So On The Side Of Audacity

I Sit In My New Room And Write Everything Down. My Heart Never Stops Talking.