Sunday, November 14, 2004


A butterfly fluttered her wings somewhere today, and my heart felt a tiny shiver.

God has made a change somewhere in the scheme of things. I know it. What? Where? How? I do not know.

I could not help but give a curse for that which ached my heart so unjustifiably and so cruelly. I think - I fear - that somewhere my curse was heard. No, God! No. I cannot curse. Take it away, I cannot curse.

Enough! Let people be! Only make me stronger; for when that caged bird flutters, so does my heart. So does my heart.

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