Hey, I think I will be like a child and think of God like this the perfect Mom and Dad who takes me for a walk on a sunny day the sky is blue He holds my hand as we walk we look at the trees and flowers He says “Isn’t it pretty?” I made it for you
Today I can’t think/pray too stressful too depressing inside too many thoughts going in circles But outside my head is peaceful I look at the snow falling white, cold, crisp covering everything covering the noises outside is so white and still and quiet
Aug 011996
Note added 12/10/06: This is a poem I wrote in the late summer of 1996, based on some thoughts I had about Jesus on the cross. The thought behind the poem is that when God separated himself from Jesus, Jesus, already tired and in a lot of physical pain, probably wondered if he had been wrong about everything he believed about himself. And God the [more]
I wrote this letter a couple of months after my husband took me to the emergency room and I was diagnosed as having a manic episode and admitted. It was my first experience with mania and I didn’t have a psychiatrist; I did not know the doctors who treated me. Although my stay was only one night long, I was unhappy enough with the way [more]
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