I Cannot
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Tree, tree, house, tree, tree, on the opposite side of a wall. The big growing things, and the solid, built thing, and none of it safe, nor certain.
There will be weather.
There will be cancer.
There will be news.
Sometimes all we have is our naked empathy. We want more for our friends than we can give them.
I want to say I'm sorry. I want to change the news.
There will be weather.
There will be cancer.
There will be news.
Sometimes all we have is our naked empathy. We want more for our friends than we can give them.
I want to say I'm sorry. I want to change the news.
11 comments:
Sometimes things suck--I'm sorry, Beth.
I'm sorry Beth...
i'm sorry. *hugs*
Ugh. So sorry...
SO sorry Beth
I'm sorry to hear this :-(
You've articulated some of the thoughts bumping around in my mind, too. Thank you. And hugs.
I want to reach out there and give you a hug. I'm so sorry.
oh, I could cry. it's heartbreaking and it's so true.
So very true ... I'm sorry, for you and for your friend. I do know what you mean.
Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Beth.
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