An abrupt early stage breakup
I enjoyed looking through Mom’s things. The things in her bedroom, on her dresser, in her closet…the things that…
‘Now you must close your eyes and try to sleep,’ she whispered, turning off the lights.
She laughs with a twinkleWhen I am virtuousAnd has a paroxysm of rageWhen I transgressShe’s not the world’s heroineStill, mother…
With your arms around me
rain.
And then I loved it.But just like it I,clung. To him.So tightly, but unlike it I couldn’t, let go.
I am no poet, Mum,
…gave birth to my imperfect right
What is the most important thing you must do as a follower of Jesus? Can we identify one central act or attitude that is clearly superior to others? And, is it achievable?