When Forgiveness might it Weave with Wings of Cherubim?”
There is sometimes collateral damage when one goes through a crisis. Losing a loved one being
one of the most difficult of loses.
The loss of a loved one pretty well firms up the belief, specially if you are older, that nothing is permanent. Not even taxes.
Now, you’d think that people would cut you some slack when something tragic happens, but everyone is different. Forever my friend, that’s what I was told, and then not my friend. Forever, and then not. Sue gone and my friend gone.
Do you know what is needed. COMMUNICATION!
“Come hither, be patient. Let us converse together, because
I also tremble at myself and at all my former life.”
However, I’m also aware that maybe something that has nothing to do with me is the problem. However, I don’t know because nobody is coughing up a clue.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
“Nothing child. It’s just your morality showing.”
“It is simple truth that the Indian did not, so long as his native philosophy held sway over his mind, either envy or desire to imitate the splendid achievements of the white man. In his own thought he rose superior to them! He scorned them, even as a lofty sprit absorbed in its stern task rejects the soft beds, the luxurious food, the pleasure-worshipping dalliance of a rich neighbour, It was clear to him that virtue and happiness are independent of those thing, if not incompatible with them.”
Charles A. Eastman, ‘The Soul of the Indian, An Interpretation’
I pretend not to holiness,
Yet I pretend to love, to see,
To converse with daily as man why man,
And the more to have an interest in the Friend of Sinners.”