Thursday, August 30, 2007

Resentful and Suspicious


Tomorrow Emily turns sixteen.


She is the sun around which my pale planet spins right now. I am some absent-minded gardener, puttering, trying to weed without pulling out the sunflowers or the bachelor's buttons or the forget-me-nots. But I am a poor servant to the garden,
and like as not will yank out a rose instead of a thistle.

As if my puttering matters.

There is a grander plan in play.


I am grateful to be permitted my small audience.

Beyond words.


I believe in love's power to redeem.

I will not quit it.



Blogger LKD said...

I have the right to be hopeful.

And, trusting.


(Bet you never thought I'd say that.)

10:00 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Well, Ms. Dodge, just when I think you can't surprise me!


and thanks.

4:54 PM  

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