We are all worms, but I do believe I am a glowworm.
~Winston Churchill
Oh, Hell, I have sinned again.
I wish for a Father of Time to hear my confession.
Oh, Heaven, how I wish forgiveness granted
could have a flavor
It would taste of pomegranites:
bitter, fertile, hopeful.
O Heart, how I pray
the inside capitulations could be seen
by common man.
Alas, I am no saint.
My words shriek to the world,
my heart beats to the soul.
No words are heard more passionately
than my own tears.
I listen to them with quiet reserve.
~Elizabeth Anne Fritz
In lieu of certain blogging events, I had to eat some humble pie. It tasted a little stale, but kind of like Grandma's rhubarb pies.
On the upside of it, I know how to apologize. Not enough people in the world know this skill. It takes a lot of guts. I have those.
So, I had to give myself my own props. Cheers, Fritz! You're forgiven.
