For the Days that Ache

12.27.12 Black bare trees and the over-arching sky

Ever heard that saying, "When it rains, it pours?"

When one thing go bad, it seems like everything else suddenly feels the need to implode.

Broken, twisted relationships, so many. A shaming, the glances that, while well-meaning, last a little too long; a dying beloved cat; a dying, beloved country; a vicious head cold from Hades that incapacitates first one family member, then another; punctured hearts, children whose last memories were of sobbing, screams,  and gaping holes in their tiny bodies they couldn't understand. I don't understand either.

A baby that nurses well despite mama being sick; those who stand against giants and hold up hands in victory like Moses, warmth and grace in lemon tea, blue eyes that reflect mine and his eyes light up and I know me he loves me - love me with his whole tiny little heart - and I cry.

So thankful for the good that makes the evil bearable.