They’ve hurt these last few days. I feel the rawness of the bone. There is no cushion, just hardness against hardness. I want to manage. To keep what is mine, that is, what has been given me (including the pain) and live as well as I can with it. But it’s the sometimes catching, that throws me. That unexpectedness of pain. Give me strength.
And may the peace deal brokered today hold. Let there be a cease from the fighting, the killing, the maiming, the stealing, the hunger, the pain, the fear and loss. Please.
