Ever feel so angry you want to destroy some/thing/one/place?
It’s rare. But it happens.
I respond to injustice with that level of anger.
I am incensed when someone/somemany with power takes advantage, uses, even crushes or kills someone/somemany who is/are vulnerable, just because they can.
Because it feeds them in some perverted way. Continue reading
The words “lost and found” always make me think of amazing grace.
Not of lost mittens or keys or caps or a single red shoe. Nor of the “lost and founds” one must call in search of them. No.
“Lost and found” makes me think of amazing grace:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I’m found, was blind, and now I see… Continue reading