Monday, May 11, 2009

It's awfully dark, here at the bottom of this hole. I trust in the light, and if I look up, there are stars up there. They seem far away, and dim.

I can preach about the light, and riding the waves, and suchlike. But it's hard for me now to have faith in these things, even though I know, somewhere in my soul, that these are only a series of dark moments. And I have so many fewer of them than I used to.


jodi (bloomingwriter) said...

Oh no, you're in there too? Damn. Pity we couldn't be both at the bottom of the same hole. We'd cajole one another out. And this after I just wrote a long lamenting lacrymose letter. Let me send some Liverpool sunlight your way to brighten the day..