“What ought to be human and isn’t:” More thoughts
The other day, I sat in a small white room, waiting. After a while, a nurse walked in. I knew she was a nurse because she was dressed like one and because they had said she would come.
Tag: being human
On a train bound for nowhere
We were fine with being riotous and silly and human and joyful until someone Outside was watching – then, prunes and prisms.
Psalm 23 reloaded
The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not have needs
He maketh me to be just fine, thank you, and I have it covered
What you said did not hurt me and what you did does not make me angry
But I have a friend you could pray for, she is really having a hard time…