We suffer on account of God’s patience. And yet, we need his patience. God, who...– Pope Benedict XVI, Deus Caritas Est
A Polite Visit, Poem
She wraps her shawl tight around her breasts; there is a particular position which soothes her. She sits up brightly, the rouge brightening her cheeks which are gray as two clouds underneath. She finds a smile in her make-up case to apply to her lips for the visit. The pain she shushes like a child and makes sit down, expecting politeness for visitors. And how is your granddaughter? she asks me....
Corrugated Colors, originally uploaded by *clairity*.Locke, CA
Delta Morning, originally uploaded by *clairity*.Locke, CA