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Grandfather Guilt
is obviously true.
Good old Grace
stands against the truth.
Good old Grace knows
more about the truth
than truth itself can know.

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Painting by Stephen B. Whately
My unconscious is giving me clues. Last night, I dreamed a woman was massaging my back, telling me how much I hurt, and rubbing away my pain. I felt a tremendous calm that I hadn’t felt since…well, since being held as a baby. I think the woman in [...]

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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then [...]

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Silence offers what everyone else has denied you. Silence doesn’t mind crying or screaming or misbehaving or being a child. When silence looks at you, she does so with mourning: her own mourning mixed with your mourning. When silence looks at you, her eyes are full of the tears of two women [...]

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These irises
said blue and meant green:
two baptismal pools undressing
the girl as all eyes do, this time
not with violation, but
with recognition. Exposing
her smile. Exposing
her tongue. Exposing
her throat. Exposing
her vocal cords. Touching
like water. Washing
away all cobwebs, fingerprints,
saliva trails, and shame. Leaving
only rebirth and immaculate
reconception.
When hard holy water hit
her infant forehead, [...]

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Grief didn’t steal your breath -
that was fear of death.
Grief wasn’t the unbreathable air
that stung your eyes until they had to close
to the love still there -
that was fear of despair.
Nor did grief have you thrown
into the empty cell of your thoughts,
where you knelt on your own,
sighed,
and waited;
that was fear of being alone.
Grief was left [...]

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